I actually do have other things I've been meaning to write about lately, namely Italian charm bracelets and fibromyalgia, but I need to get the rest of this out of my head. I was going to write yesterday, but I'm glad I didn't because I was surfing last night and found out some things I didn't know before and now I'm even more confused...
First to finish the post office story where I left off, one of my favorite clerks (we know all of them by name and vice versa) called me to come on up and be waited on next. So I walk behind the ex (who I'm going to just refer to as K. from now on), luckily I only had about half a dozen packages instead of my normal three shopping bags full, and the clerk starts talking to me as I walk up and we banter back and forth for a minute. Then the lightbulb goes off in K's head and he turns and stares at me and then saunters over and says hello. He said he thought it was me, but when I spoke he knew. Now, while he looks pretty much the same, he's filled out a bit (he was always really lanky), I, on the other hand, don't look exactly the same anymore. My hair is darker than it was, I'm having to wear glasses to read again (the RK is wearing off and my MS is messing with my vision), and I've gained about 30+ pounds since 1990. And at 5'1" every bloody pound shows. I like to blame it on the MS and other various health problems I've been suffering from, it's hard to work out in Houston when you're not supposed to get overheated, but as my dad would say, that's probably just a "cop out" on my part.
So there I am, no makeup, baggy tee shirt, my long hair pulled back in a ponytail (none of which is unusual, just a bit embarrassing) and he's talking at me while his poor wife is finishing paying for her postage. Face to face, I can see he really> has not changed much at all, he's still wearing his pseudo law enforcement stuff, a shirt with a badge of some sort, several little pins, an American flag pin (I hope he hasn't gone Republican), and the assortment of phones and pagers. Which may not sound unusual today, but in 1983 he was the only one I knew who carried a pager everywhere he went 24/7. So I start reading his symbols on his shirt and asking "so what are you up to now?" and he quickly says he's "retired" and hanging out with the Fort Bend county folks, etc. We both really wanted to be cops in the 80's and neither one of us successeded. I came really close several times, but being a SWF (short white female) I was told by several departments that no matter how well I tested, they really didn't need me. Years ago my brother (who would see him occasionally and used to help him do odd jobs) had told me he'd gotten married and they were living in a house in a neighborhood near my old junior high school. Now it seems, he's living in a house oh... let's see... about 3 or 4 miles south of where we live! Like the next major intersection west of us. There's proof right there that I don't get out of the house much that we've never run into each other until now. He asks about my brother, I ask him if they're doing eBay (yes), mention I'm a powerseller and have been doing it for ages now. His wife is selling things for someone who lives just up the street from my house.
As the clerk is finishing up my packages, his wife comes over and he introduces her and then me as his "could have been wife". I honestly don't even remember hearing her voice, I don't think she actually said anything. But the three of us all walked out to the parking lot together, where ironically we were parked next to each other, and said our goodbyes as his wife hastily jumped in the car and drove them off. She was short, had short brown hair, was dressed in a tank top and shorts, and seemed to be older than us (we're the same age). In retrospect, she reminded me of what I remember his mom looked like last time I saw her, which makes sense because he was very much a mama's boy. (For good reason, though, his father died very young and he was I believe the next to oldest son in a family of about 5 kids) When we were walking outside, I thought "man, I have a crappy old car" but their car was in worse shape than mine.
So to really try and make a long story short, being a detective by nature (and former profession) also, and an internet freak, I came home and spent two nights looking things up out of curiousity. I had really mixed feelings at first, I felt sorry for his wife, both for having to put up with the legal problems I know he'd gone through in the 90's (it was on the local news, another story for another time...), and the fact that they obviously weren't very well off financially, that her Ebay packages looked like they were wrapped in empty Kleenex boxes... I still had a million questions and a strange desire to help. Not that I'm wealthy or anything, but at least we're comfortable, and I'm really good at eBay, it's sort of been my life for about for many years now. (Sad, huh?)
But I jump on all the search engines, he had mentioned they had an email account with Juno but he doesn't seem to be real active on the net, I only found a few traces of him, an article I'd already read about his legal problems, a note he's left on someone's guestbook (with his full name and email) bragging about how he was a retired police officer, etc. He's in the phone book, so his address and all three phone numbers came up. (Following my parents example, I've always had an unpublished number and been very careful with what personal info I allow onto the internet) His sister seems to be very prominent in the local churches, good for her, she came up a lot. His wife was a ghost, though, which perplexed me. I thought maybe she's going by her maiden name, I still do in some situations, so I actually managed to find the vital records for Texas and Harris county online. I found them backwards, though, through their FTP site, so it was slow going. I found their date of marriage in 1993, and a woman's name that didn't match the name he'd introduced her by... maybe she's going by her middle name, half the people I know seem to, including my husband and my father. I do find this new name (with his surname) on one of the major people search boards, but I'm not willing to shell out any money to find out anything else about her.
Weird thing also, the woman he married in 1993 was 13 years older than him. So I don't feel so sorry for her anymore, she's old enough to know what she was getting herself into when she married him. But something still doesn't seem right, so last night I looked again and actually found the front entrance to the vital records site (it's searchable, duh!), so I stick in his last name, which is unusual like my own, and I get a couple of apges of results. Births, marriages, deaths... and divorces. Including one for him from 1999 from the 1993 wife. But no remarriages. Unfortunately, their database seems to stop at 2001. So is this the same woman (who would be in her mid fifties by now), or has he remarried... I dunno, I'm still curious.
I know it sounds dumb, but K. is one of the few ties I have left to my past, he was a big part of it, though often a very painful part. He went out with another (much younger) girl while he was living with me (which I found out later), he's a very self-centered person who likes to have the spotlight focused on him. He pretends to be things he's not, he lied to me numerous times, even borrowed my Corvette to take the other girl out. He's not actually a bad person, though, just rather misguided and irresponsible in his own weird way. He used to brag that all the girls he'd dated had remained friends with him afterwards, which I never believed but it's a nice thought.
Posted by Morticia at September 26, 2003 04:52 AM | TrackBack