I agreed to marry Salamander’s father and we made it happen. 11/11/11. He later, though not much later, wanted an annulment. I would not grant it. At first, it was because I wasn’t ready to admit defeat. Later, it was because I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t make that mistake. And finally, it was because I needed the legal protection the title granted me as we were already in divorce court.
Nevertheless, in early November, Salamander came with me as I plucked beauty from our luscious surroundings and fashioned a bouquet.
Two weeks later, I blogged this:
This is the place in our lives, Salamander’s and mine, where things got very challenging as the norm, rather than the exception. But for one or two nights, right then, I put intuitive knowing into a lock-box and enjoyed “my family.” Salamander napped the afternoon after our marriage was legally made. We had taken a walk in the cold, wet air. I gave out cookies I’d baked. We went home to flowers and chocolate covered strawberries from my loving family in the Midwest and went to bed.