My hubby Herman
As a result of my iconoclastic ways, I didn't really want to get married and have kids. Not because I didn't want a lifetime relationship, but the paper and the vows seemed meaningless to me; the ceremony cliched and contrived; the wedding reception tacky and gauche. All in all, it seemed like a jinx.
And I knew, even before I knew I was really crazy, that just as I never dared take acid, not even once, I couldn't handle children. Besides, I had a bad childhood and don't trust kids much.
I was with L for 20 years; I've been with BG (though living with L) for eight. No need to marry that I can see--though L and I co-own the coop, which means we split the proceeds from our upcoming sale. .
But back to me and BG. Both of us are blantant cheaters. BG's reat "wife" is his black Halloween spoiled pricess of a cat. Mine is Herman, my Apple Powerbook.
Herman has seduced me away from BG time and again. There is a whole Universe of Herman BG hasn't a clue about, technophobe that he is. Ours is a discreet and civilized affair, though, totally open and above-board.
In any case, there's lots I could say about Herman, but this will have to do for now:
Herman and I have a real relationship, complete with power struggles and expectations.
I am like the spoiled girlfriend who is used to her guy doing her bidding in the blink of an eye. Herman gets exhausted from trying to please 24/7 and develops a glitch or two every now and again. This throws spoiled ungratgeful bitch into a tailspin,first cursing boy-toy's ass, then groveling at his feet begging him to give it up again.
Sometimes Herman is like a powerful, addictive drug. I can let my life pass by, the seasons melt away one by one, with hardly an upward glance away from him. Sometimes the stimulation is too much, and I have to shut him down for awhile.
Just thought I'd share that. Anyone else with a cyber ball and chain?