We headed out Friday mid-afternoon for a weekend. We ended up contemplating our 14th Genuflection, almost by surprise: as neither of us wished each other a “happy anniversary” on February 24 (or was it 22?).
It ended up being a weekend reserved in March, that got moved to last weekend because I’m going to Cabo in a couple and, whatever (conflict). Oh, ok, let’s pathetically make it an anniversary weekend!!
…We’d got together here in February of 2001 after about 5 years of decent living-in-sin mutual toleration, spiced with signs of exultation. Beatrice invited about 30 others: to give them certain comforts, affirm a state license—whereby half of Bea’s significant self-earned State retirement and other assets going forward were now mine via Spanish legalities—and have a paid Catholic clergyman with morning drink on his breath read some memorized shit for to us to recite.
I did the genuflection because Beatrice’s personal pressures or visceral discomforts are not mine, so I simply conceded; because I wanted to be with her and everybody demands a price, as they ought. She was just doing what everyone does.
I put on the best show I know for all those expecting something from us. She paid the dollars for it. I paid soul. The bargain.
…And everyone rejoiced, like cheap whores who just got unexpected tips where all they had to do was listen to important troubles.
I’ll never forget how happy everyone was when Beatrice—months earlier and feeling the pressures—finally announced that they could all relax. It was finally going to be legal; fuck me up, but un-worry all micro-heads…in all those aspects of legality: church, state, social expectations.
…We got married at Rocky Point. If you must get married, do it on a rocky point and laf about the reference 14 years later over brunch, once you have understanding and insight into the consequences of your own actions.
I adore that woman.
Before her, I’d been with a lot, but never more than a month or a year. Fourteen of them offer 5,110 additional perspectives and the 5 illegal stepchild years: 1,825.
I still make sure she knows where the door is, and I have a good handle on it myself.