I don't think anyone could handle living with me besides my husband. If anything happened to him today, I know I'd be alone the rest of my life.
Besides interest in some fringe topics and conspiracies, I've got alien abduction type memories, experiences with stuff like telepathy, communication
with animals, and with the deceased.
I also used to dig in the trash as a kid (and still can't help looking when I pass a large bin with a lot of stuff in/around it, though I refrain from
That's enough crazy to make any man run away as fast as he can!
I was pretty sure I was going to stay single at the time I met him, and I could say it was a lucky fluke.... except I think my mom actually had a lot
to do with it.
She was looking for an au pair to help her with my little half brother, and had an agency send her files to choose from. She had requested a french
male specifically. She was reading the descriptions to me, and when she read that of my current husband, I replied, "Whatever you do, don't choose
that one! He sounds bizarre!"
Of course , that was the one she chose, and the day he arrived, I had a message on my answering machine (something we had back then, before cell
phones) from her saying excitedly, "Wait until you see him! He is TOTALLY your type!"
(which he was, and I fell the moment I saw him)
But what really stuck with me about that was the idea that who we will really click with, physically and emotionally, sometimes has NOTHING at all to
do with what our intellect tells us we want or will appreciate in a mate. If he'd had a written description of me (like I put above) he also would
have said, "no way, she sounds crazy!"
In real life, those details take on a different light within the context of that whole person.
Makes me think that is what the problem is in searching actively, and why it so often happens that you find them exactly when you aren't looking.
and as a footnote- years later I found out he was a trash digger as a kid too, and also has a thing about recuperation of old objects, to create stuff
as I do.
It was only 7 years ago (in a 24 year marriage) that we discovered we were both secret preppers! He'd been stocking one cave, me another. We had each
been too embarrassed to tell the other. It was hilarious when we found out!
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