In revealing so much about herself, she clearly shows she
has been long suffering, although I’m still not quite sure of her ultimate objective,
perhaps to win sympathy from the man she loves, and bring him back to that
still warm spot in the bed beside her.
“I was working a mean four cups of coffee, three diet coke
habit, instead of eating, sleeping, feeling, taking a breath (insert health activity
here,) she wrote. “I was still paying off a five-year-long bankruptcy from a
previous marriage, making my credit – well, nonexistent.”
The concept of a “previous marriage” knocked me out of my
chair, and made me wonder had she actually “brought the farm” more than the
once she claimed in that poem a year ago, or is she talking about the musician
she married – where she got stuck with his bad debt?
This may well be tied to a Facebook post earlier this week
when she said, “I love my husband,” and is somehow associated with a woman she
had been going out to play and dinner with, hinting I suppose that she has gone
back to that side of the aisle she experienced while on her trip to Europe and
her association with the restaurant owner in upstate New York prior to that.
The use of the word “previous” suggests that there was more
than one marriage, one in the past and something more contemporary, though in
all our conversations and all her poems, there was no hint of a second marriage,
and I have to wonder if the husband I know she had (and with whom she is still
reasonably close) sat up and took notice of this.
I’m assuming he is the one and only and the by previous, she
meant him.
The other alarming bit involved the bankruptcy, which came
about when an insurance company filed a lawsuit against her because her former
friend burned down the bathroom of a home in a house she rented, a friend to
whom she had left the house until the lease ran out and until he could acquire
a lease of his own.
This came at a point when she fled that part of the country
after having exhausted several careers, her music career with her husband, her
time at the restaurant, and later some kind of dancing school and still another
at a horse school of some sort.
Her lot did not improve with her move back to the New York
City area.
“I was overworked and very underpaid,” she said about the
situation she ended up in, a nearly constant refrain from her early days at our
office, too.
She told our office gossip that she resigned because of sparce
pay, although in truth, the Little Man forced her out.
She claimed she got much more money at her current gig, although
it did not start out that way, and may still not be true even though the Virgin
Mayor or Joey D gave her a $20,000 increase in pay last May.
The fact that she is putting all this down in print strikes
me as desperate, partly because it serves as a road map of her life – as if she’s
finally crawled out of her shell and is letting people see who she is, what she’s
done, and the overall pattern of how she lives.
This is not something I would have expected a year ago, or
even six months ago, but it has the feel of someone who is looking to lay
everything on the table, most likely trying to impress the man she loves.
Her life with the man who eventually became her stalker was
no nirvana.
“I was so depressed and unmotivated from lack of nutrition,
I could hardly get out of bed,” she wrote. “I felt unsafe, borderline suicidal
and complete disenchanted with myself, my life and the future I oft times
ashamedly wished would not come.”
At this point, she started to get negative pap smears, which
came to a head earlier this year, when she found, she would have to undergo
serious surgery that would remove a significant part of her female anatomy.
It was never clear as to whether she actually wanted to have
kids. But the treatment took that option out of her life, and for all her openness,
I can’t tell just how she feels about that.