We were sitting in a restaurant discussing the days' events and my daughter mentioned her history class. She said, the British burnt the White House. I said yes, that was the War of 1812. She said, that was 6 years before I was born. I said, really, where were you born? She replied that she was born in France but moved to Philadelphia when she was young and then moved to Washington DC. I asked her if she ever got back to France and she told me that yes, when she was an old lady to see the eiffel tower when it first opened. Even when she was an infant she was very fussy about what clothes she wore - she is still very fasion conscious which she attributes to her Paris background. In reality, she is 11 and was born in Pittsburgh.
I am so grateful for this board - it makes me feel like less of a nut. I am glad to see that people recognize their husbands because I have just recently done so. I can remember our life together, but it wasn't very long ago. He is actually the reason that my marriage in this life split up. In our prior life he loved me so deeply and treated me so kindly that my husband in this life could not compare. We lived on a dead end street. Our house faced the trees on the other side of the road. We were poor but had each other. On occasion we would walk to town to take in a show on a Saturday night. We had a vegetable garden and would can for the winter. We had no children even though we were married 7 years. We made love every night of those 7 years. I can still see him above me holding onto the iron bedstead so that he wouldn't put his full weight on me. He worked as a mechanic and would walk to work every day. He saved up and bought a white Ford pickup with a three speed on the column, but I don't remember what happened after that. I only remember riding in that truck a few times and then I died when I was 27. I have no recollection of how, nor do I remember it being very painful. I was just gone....he has darker hair in this life and so do I - we are co-workers and have such a good rapport - we read each other's minds on a regular basis. I figured it out in a bolt of lightning one day. Another co worker who did not know us asked if I was his wife - we both paused frozen - wanting to say yes but realizing that it wasn't the truth but since then I think of him as my husband - he is married and that's okay, I'm just glad that I found him again.
I am so grateful for this board - it makes me feel like less of a nut. I am glad to see that people recognize their husbands because I have just recently done so. I can remember our life together, but it wasn't very long ago. He is actually the reason that my marriage in this life split up. In our prior life he loved me so deeply and treated me so kindly that my husband in this life could not compare. We lived on a dead end street. Our house faced the trees on the other side of the road. We were poor but had each other. On occasion we would walk to town to take in a show on a Saturday night. We had a vegetable garden and would can for the winter. We had no children even though we were married 7 years. We made love every night of those 7 years. I can still see him above me holding onto the iron bedstead so that he wouldn't put his full weight on me. He worked as a mechanic and would walk to work every day. He saved up and bought a white Ford pickup with a three speed on the column, but I don't remember what happened after that. I only remember riding in that truck a few times and then I died when I was 27. I have no recollection of how, nor do I remember it being very painful. I was just gone....he has darker hair in this life and so do I - we are co-workers and have such a good rapport - we read each other's minds on a regular basis. I figured it out in a bolt of lightning one day. Another co worker who did not know us asked if I was his wife - we both paused frozen - wanting to say yes but realizing that it wasn't the truth but since then I think of him as my husband - he is married and that's okay, I'm just glad that I found him again.
