She Is Not My Sister.
Now that Beapatient spilled the beans, I may as well own up. All my life I had this silly believe that Beatrix was just a sister to me. That was until Sunday two weeks ago when she challenged me to kiss her and then to tell her afterwards that I don’t love her. That kiss changed everything and started a chain of events that cannot be undone. Nothing will ever be the same again.I realize now that I have always loved her but I was too hard headed to admit to it. I shudder when I think how close I came to losing her for ever. I can only hope that in the years to come, I will be able to make up for all the years that she so unselfishly devoted to me. All the times she cared for me when I was ill, all the plates of food she cooked for me when I was not well, all the times she cleaned my house, and all the other little things she did for me.
We’ll be signing our contracts next week. My father is thrilled with joy. Beatrix did him the honor to ask him to give her away (to me) in the church as her own father is no longer with us. Initially she was going to ask her brother to do it, but he is my best friend and I had already asked him to be my best man. But my father is a good choice. He knows her as long (and as well) as anybody else and she has known him all her life.
My daughters are not too happy about it but they will have to get used to it. I’m getting older and I’m tired of being alone.
This also means good-bye. It was her only demand. I therefore thank you for all the good times here on the blogs and I wish you all of the best.
Naturally, there will be those who will applaud my departure; you know who you are. To you I can only say: “May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits.”
Comments (42)
I read Beapatient's blog yesterday. So when I read yours, I thought well the old guy is biting the dust! Seriously Cat, you are a great guy and friend! I am glad you are staying! You have to be careful writing blogs like this! There are the women on here who are "faint of heart".
On CH's blog I congratulate you both.
Sooo..
I AM TAKING IT BACK..!!! YOU HEAR ME..?!
I hate you.
Anyway, glad you stay!
I'm glad I remembered what date it was before responding to CHs blog
Live long any were you are Live.
Now i know why.
Good one FuryFoot
that being said,i did wonder was it an Aprils fool,
but the outcome, you're still here
so all ends good
Don't tell me that you are that fragile!
Gentle@, it"s him who is so missed..
Stay Blessed!!
Good,
Your happiness as a known couple is most desired and I pray all is blessed around you both.
Phyllis
Sorry for the fright, but at least now your blood pressure will be ok for the next week or three.
Don't worry my friend, we still have to steal a lot of cupcakes. I don't even consider marriage at this stage. If I really want so much troublein my life, I can always buy an used Alfa Romeo. Almost the same problems but much cheaper.
At least it solicited a comment from you. I thought you were cross with me.
I thought everybody would see right through it at first glance. I wanted to cancel the whole thing at the last moment but then Bea had already posted her blog and I had to continue to set the record straight again.
Are you telling me that you did not congratulate us?
Thank you my friend. It was fun though.
Hmm, havinf to quit CS was The biggest give-away. Well so I thought. Whoever asks me to choose between her and CS will come second.
It was just a silly April fool joke.
Lets face it, if that was the intention, it worked.
Thank you but it was April fool's day. Read the very first comment.
You must have a very good constitution to be able to stomach my blogs on an empty stomach.
The blogs did fine without me before, so it will cope just as well without me now. There are some excellent bloggers here to keep the flag flying. But thanks for the compliment.
Gotcha!!
I'm always happy... And very lucky to have the friends I have.
You should have read the very first comment.
Enjoy blogging, good to continue to see you around.
Hmm, I recall that blog very vividly. It is a long story. She fell in love with a schoolboy, nine years her senior, who often changed her diapers when she was a baby and never managed to shake it. That schoolboy has grown into an old man who cherishes her friendship. Methinks he became her hero and she mistook it for love.
I'm not trying to convert you but a mole is a much cleaner animal than a pig. And they only eat plant roots.
no she did not marry the fella. She pulled out two days before the time and yours truly was blamed for having a finger in the pie.
I will not appeal nor ask for mitigation.