I want to write more words to you.....maybe I don't understand....my brain injury....sometimes I don't grasp things in the same manner as the person sitting next to me......

I hate politics.....my husband loves it....he could talk and argue it,,,day or night.....my eyes glaze over.......

when he gets too far into a monolog....I look up at him and start spouting the different names of ribbons and laces I use in my sewing.......grosgrain...picot edge....double faced satin....he quits talking immediantly....because he has NO INTEREST what so ever.....in any of that........NONE...

There is a woman......he knows....who will, at the drop of a hat.....for hours on end...spew on about politics......I say....go for it.....I take her dogs for a walk....and let them have at it......

This woman.....was in lust with my husband......I used to tell him, and he would always shake his head....and look at me and tell me I was nuts.....but I told him the things she said and how she would act towards me when my husband would leave the room.......

I told him.....I don't care if you visit her, and I don't care when you talk with her....I trust you.....I just want to know when you go to her house.....and I want you to be aware of how she feels......

I don't think you get to pick someone elses friends, and no one is going to pick mine for me, either.....

My husband never believed what I had told him about this woman......he would stop by her house at least twice a week....his work moved him about during the day, and often he would be near her home and he stop there for pit stops during the day.....use her bathroom have a glass of tea.....it is the way we were both raised....the culture of our raising and way of life, it wasn't anything odd.......maybe to others, but not to us......

Well, the woman finally couldn't stand just being his friend, and put the moves on him, so to speak....she was very wealthy and offered him the life a lot of people dream of.....only he would have to get rid of me......

I always felt sorry for her......my husband would have been her friend for the rest of her life.....now he despises her and will have nothing to do with her.....

I see her, out and about ,once in a while....she always wistfully asks after him.....

How often do you wish for a friend.....there are masses of humanity, surrounding you, but it is some spark, that connects......shaping a friendship.......

Your friend is someone you have a history with.....you shared great parts of your life with him.....you know each other in ways no one else does.....I don't think it is wrong to love your friends......I tell my friend I love him all of the time....people who don't understand think it is bad.......

I had trouble with it sometimes.....thinking, was it bad.....it didn't feel bad to me......but everyone else seemed to think a platonic friendship was impossible.....

I worried....my brain injury, sometimes I don't trust my own vision of understanding....until his wife wrote me a letter....telling me how glad she was that her husband had such a close relationship with me....how good it was, for her husband, having me for a friend.....telling me not to listen to what other people said......to never change, and stay just the way I am....perfect in every way.......

(boy did I wave that letter around in my husbands face....laughing....I was perfect....it said so in print.)

The wife of one if my doctors told me everytime she saw me....that I was good for her husband.....I never really understood that one.....but she said it......

It is how you conduct yourselves.....the intention with which you offer love......I don't know if I can explain what I mean.....only you can know in your heart what kind of friendship you have.....

My friend is my family.....my husband tells me to go call him sometimes.......his wife, when they get in arguments, tells him she is going to call me and tell me he is being mean......I laugh my head off......

I pray for them all.....I honor her, and love her, for the woman my friend has chosen for his partner.....I will not act against any of us...

Boy I have rambled on....do you understand what I mean....what I am trying to explain......it doesn't have to be a bad thing......unless your friendshlp is like my husbands friend....the intention founded in a desire for something more than what was offered.......

I shall quit with this novel......

Blessings to you........
Hummer