Life since the advent of the internet is weird.
Some celebrities follow me on Twitter and I occasionally chat with them. It’s fucking bizarre. The other day, driving home from work and listening to the oldies station, Rosanna by Toto came on the radio and I was all like “Oh yeah, we’re buds now.” I mean she probably doesn’t know that, but we kind of are.
Another phenomena that has taken place in my own personal life, is learning that the world is super interested in people who have been married multiple times.
I’ve gotten more contacts and opportunities due to my horrible relationship choices and multiple marriages than anything.
That being said, I was contacted for an interview recently. I won’t say the publication, we’ll just call it “Holy shit, that publication cares about my opinion?” for now.
When and if it is published, I will share then. I have long given up the delusion that everyone who contacts me is going to follow through on their requests. I had a whole theater group ask for permission to turn my Things Not To Wear After 50 into a stage show in Georgia. I was super pumped. And it never happened.
Anyway, I did interview with a lovely British woman concerning my multiple marriages.
She is going to use my interview, along with others, to do an entire issue about marriage in the magazine “Holy shit, that publication cares about my opinion?”.
We talked for a ridiculously long time. She told me to not be nervous and I told her to cut me off if I babbled for too long.
She was interested in the background stories and I really think she wanted me to be a sage.
She wanted me to impart wisdom I’ve gained through making wretched relationship decisions.
Her: From one relationship to the next were you able to take strength and wisdom from the failed relationship that made the next one better? Or more healthy?
Me: No. No, I didn’t do those things. What I brought from one relationship to the next was baggage. A shit ton of baggage. I went from bad to worse to delusional.
Her: Which one is your current marriage?
Me: Oh, none of those. My current marriage is great. I feel smug about it.
Her: So, eventually, you did gain the wisdom to make a good decision.
Me: I saw Randy a total of 9 times in person before taking my young son from the only home he knew across the country to move in with a virtual stranger. It was the worst of all my relationship mistakes. It should have never worked.
Her: But it worked out.
Me: Yeah, it did. I attribute that to luck. We just happened to meet each other and have enough common interests and affection for each other to find our way. Now it’s great. He’s been my best friend for so long now.
I’d tell you guys the rest of the conversation, but I’ve forgotten most of it. Joey got the flu last week and I got a sinus infection. Somewhere in there, I had this conversation. I believe what the writer is working on, is an article with a number of people with multiple marriages contributing. So, I have no idea how much I helped, if at all. I really do think she was hoping for deep insight. All I could tell her was my truth.
I hope it works out, though, I’d like to see what else I said.
Photo courtesy of Erbs55.