My marriage started out like any other newlywed, I was happy for a short time. Then, two years after our wedding things started to go bad when his twelve year-old son came to live with us, bouncing back and forth between our place and his paternal grandmother’s house. In 1975, I got fired from my job of 12 years and a year later, I became anorexic. My husband was doing a lot of drinking during this time, compounded with his son, my parents and many, many days of arguing. It took a toll on our marriage.
Then in 1981, we left Michigan to live in Florida thinking that relocating in a new place would help the problems we (supposedly) left behind. Once there, my husband practically left me at the doorstep with our dog to fend for ourselves, as he spent many days and nights out with new friends drinking. So many days and nights I was alone, alone, alone. Still, I’m anorexic.
In 1983, I got a part-time job with a doctor, but the drinking and being alone continued. Then, in 1986 he got laid off from his job and it would take one year for him to become employed, having to relocate once again in 1987.
After a few years at his new job, he got laid off and I was working. In 1988, I developed a goiter and got fired from a job I had with internal medicine doctors. I soon became employed at a hospital Sept 1988 as a transcriptionist lasting for 17 yrs, with five years being the supervisor. I had finally regained my self-esteem of the affects of being anorexic.
It was a long haul, lasting for 12 years.
During all this, I remember thinking about Bob L.
In 1996, my father passed away and I flew home alone as Bob could not leave a new job that he was going to start. It was a “strictly commission” job and the job lasted until 2001.
Ironically, that year I had a bad flare up of my rheumatoid arthritis and it was the year of 9-11, thus not only was the country on guard but once again, his job was soon phased out because of the trickle-down effect of Sept 11.
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