Okey-dokey, so we all know Hoody is… shall we say, getting up in years… and still single. So it stands to reason she has had at least SOME opportunities to change that status… but perhaps, MORE than y’all might think…
I’m really good at this, yo. Or perhaps, really BAD at this…
THE (POTENTIAL) HUSBANDS OF HOODY
1. We’ll call him “Angel” (’cause he’d like that).
Hoody was 17 and so, so
stupid innocent…ish. And so when Angel asked Hoody to marry him, Hoody said yes without hesitation… without really thinking of what that REALLY meant. So things were great for awhile, but the minute things got tough, Hoody bailed… and bailed FOR…
2. The Evil Troll (because, like life, he is nasty, brutish and SHORT)
The ET seemed meant-to-be at first — our mothers grew up together, our parents were friends in college, etc. BUT… turns out he was a complete and total bastard who broke up with Hoody by the simple expedient of BLOCKING HER NUMBER. Which didn’t prevent quite a bit of stalking on Hoody’s part (including some involvement of firearms… ‘nother story) and furthermore didn’t prevent her from going back a couple years later for…
ET: ROUND 2:
The ET tracked Hoody down through a friend and
tricked convinced her to meet up with him again. Long story short, all appeared well for long enough that she did indeed accept when he asked her to marry him… only to have him FLAKE COMPLETELY OUT while she was at work one night and DISAPPEAR. Yes, disappear. In that he did not come home until his daddy made him. Oh, yeah, and he absconded with the ring. So yeah.
But yes, she was stupid enough to go back to him YET again, many years later… but not before:
Yes, that Gilbert. And yes, I should have actually married this one. Have we not already established that I’m retarded? So I ran screaming from Gilbert to end up with:
4. The Evil Ogre (sort of like the Evil Troll, but taller and fatter)
The EO was actually one of those “no-ring” fiances – you know, they say you’re going to get married but no bling is ever produced? Shoulda fuckin’ known… (and that’s actually what led us back to Evil Troll Round 3)… and also:
Yes, you all know Chuckweasel. And yes, things were great, as evidenced by this blog… until they weren’t. As the poem says, “And when she was good she was very very good, and when she was bad she was horrid.” Suffice it to say, when Hoody got sick, shit got horrid, and things fell apart. No harm, no foul… except the karmic version, of course.
There’ve been others in between, of course — Hoody is nothing if not a loving and generous soul, don’tcha know! For instance, even before #1, there was the gal who left me for Jesus… and in between #2 and #3 there was an interesting group marriage possibility with a very dear friend (we’ll call him “Cannonball,” ’cause he’d probably like that better than “Coltrane,” or definitely “”Kenny G”) and… well, a very crazy bitch (there was ring shopping involved, it was at TIFFANY’S, but then the CB showed her crazy, so, uh… no.).
But suffice it to say, Hoody has been around the block as far as potential partners, so:
NOW I know I’m worth more than the amount someone chooses to spend on a ring for me (which I mostly gave back, by the way). NOW I recognize that I’M the point of the relationship — not what I can get/give/represent for someone else. NOW I accept that MY happiness is at least as important as my partner’s, and is MUCH MORE important than anyone outside the relationship’s.
NOW I realize what I’ve done wrong. And what I’ve done right.