All my life, I’ve “felt” things. I’ve never spoken (or in this case, written) these words out loud except to two people, but on the day I got married, my intuition was screaming that I shouldn’t go through with it. I got married at 2 PM on October 23, 1993, and I left the house at 10 AM to get pantyhose. I took one of the backroads to the store and on the way back, something inside said, “Keep going!” I heard that thing at least four times. In fact, I pulled over at one point because I was so shaken by that voice. Something kept saying, “Keep going!!” Clearly, I didn’t listen because the little ceremony took place at 2 PM with my Uncle Bud (Brantley) officiating.
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
There is a picture of my mom and my ex-husband from that day that causes me…
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