When I read the challenge for this week’s theme at Three Muses the first thing I thought about was something that an elderly woman who I worked for said to me when talking about her first marriage.
She came from wealth, had a princess childhood, went to one of the best colleges and traveled the world.
I remember when I first met her I was impressed by her life and a bit envies of this person who was
more than 40 years my senior. However, as I spent more time with her I realized that there was an emptiness inside of her that left a bitterness that she would take to her grave.
She told me how her first marriage was expected of her and not one of love.
How within the first week of her new life she went from hope and joy to the lowest point in her life.
She said, "It all was in his hands " she also told me how she would watch the hands on the clock
as they approached six PM. If the hands on the clock got pass that point she would be relieved because she knew her husband would not be home that night and opt to stay in the city.
I remember going home that day very thankful for I went home to loving hands….
wedding picture from