First, today’s images. All wild, and natural

Today’s title is in reference to the saying, that “all good things must come to an end” I actually disagree with that, but it fits today’s post.

Many moons ago, I got in my car, headed north to the city of Milwaukee.. It was to make legal, my divorce.

We had been separated for some time. My wife was very pretty and finding substitutes for me was I presume, easy.

Now, I was not so pretty, but during that time, if you could not go out to a club, and find a woman who would at least, dance, talk, and give her telephone number to you, you had to be dead.

We were both in agreement to end our fifteen year old marriage. I wisely waited for her, to finally find someone with money. Theretofore, my wife would not ask for money from me, in the settlement. Yes, there was by that time, another women in my life, but alas, she was poorer than I was.

We had a very pleasant, almost friendly divorce. I made friends with her lawyer, and I was my own lawyer. I displayed humor while on the stand testifying.

After the proceedings, we did what I presume everybody does,. I say with a smile. We met at a restaurant and enjoyed fine meal together. Hugged goodbye and then went about leading our independent lives. For three or four more years, she wandered in and out of my life.

Car races for which I usually was a photographer, and horse related things, such as shows and such, kept us not really together, but in the same places at the same times.

She had something now that I never gave her, a goodly amount of money. I was neither sad or mad at that. I was happy. I gave her a unique “ sort of ,on the edge” type of life. Finally she had security. No more living on the edge of disaster.

I wrote the above paragraphs, firstly to show that I have been honest with all of you for these many years in that I hold myself at fault, for anything I have failed at, including marriage. It takes two but unfortunately I did more than half the damage, and I hold myself more than 50/50 wrong, when it comes to the failure.

It is also “freeing” to tell the truth, and throw out the baggage I carried.

Thankfully here and there along the way, there were other ladies to take her place.

The real point to today’s text, is the only way to live is to own up to our errors, and do better next time.

That faiure, ultimately led to my discovery of God, and what He needs from me, to be with Him.

I however, feared that same results ( failure)were likely, with others who shared my life.

In other words, I decided to bless the female world and remain a bachelor in every sense of the word. Well, pretty much every sense anyway.

There were two close calls where marriage was discussed, but they and I, wisely realized that marriage is not for everybody, and I am in that group of not being everybody. .

Like many couples, my wife and I were married in a church. The was hypocrisy on display.

About three years before we met and and then wed, on a warm summer’s night, I and a pal of mine, stood in the darkness in a field, with our hands in the air as two men pointed guns at us. .

They were not and we were not killers or anything like that, and eventually we were let go, but I led the sort of life where things like that can happen. .

I never let that sort of thing happen to my girlfriend turned wife, but she too needed more maturing and more money to finally lead the life she had envisioned.

Eventually we usually get what we deserve, good or bad.

My moral standards of today, exist on a different planet than which I lived back then.

So there we are. The truth about me in which I admit, I was a pretty lousy husband. I write this post because I sometimes criticize people on this blog, and I “ain’t” always been so wonderful myself.

I feel free at last free at last.

The answer to a question asked , yes I am still on social media. About three minutes or so a week.

God Bless,
Wayne