1978 Why is my life like this?

 Back in '78 - 1978 that is. I lived with Lynn and her eight-year-old daughter. Lynn and I were not really lovers. Oh, maybe on the odd occasion when snow had newly fallen fresh and we did not have a date we would pretend we were each other with someone different, wanting us more than we really did each other, but that was not usual. All I ever wanted in life was to live in a world of usuals. I never have. We lived in a small house in the country not far on a clear day from Baltimore to Washington D.C. Leos, pretending we were in a mansion, or just a small weekend retreat in some foreign Alps. I was somewhat happy. Maybe Lynn was too. Her daughter was, she was not an adult. How could she be unhappy? Use to tell Lynn that someday I too would have children. I would be a single parent...the only way to pretend the world is different than it is, is to do it alone with no one there saying it isn't. Lynn was not happy being a single parent, but I would be. I had a feeling. It would be great. My Children and me, having a wonderful time, frolicking through life. I would live in a two-story house somewhere in New England with two children,

 a story for each child that I would change as they got older

and I would write novels as snow climaxed outside.

 Somewhere this story changed when without me paying close enough attention. It changed and I did not with it. Now I have been a single father living in a foreign country with no nearby Alps for fifteen, longer than would have been if I had not done them here, years, while too poor to buy paper to write novels to my two Children to read them if there was snow to read them against, down here in Australia.

 Lynn committed suicide in 1984. Me in Australia her Maryland. I never got to tell her the joys of parenting single handed. Two hands tied behind my back too, dreaming of developing my beingness in lightly falling snow that never here has known.

 A particular slice of the final chapter, 11 MAY 1998 12:28:43 PM.

 From “Leaving Australia, Before the After” Amazon

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When I first sought her love it was the '60s

Everyone had a go of her

'make love not war'

We all chanted it

we all wanted her

I wanted her just to myself

so did everyone else.

Like being at the service department

in a market

Get in line - wait for your number

I always take two numbers

it is a habit

from when I wanted her twice an hour

NUMBER 41  

'A kilo of Brie please'

NUMBER 42

Breasts and thighs please

I never did get her all to myself

She had a daughter

gained a lot of weight

No one wanted her

She committed suicide

 From “Leaving Australia, Before the After” Amazon

 Kindle about $3 USD

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