Some Eugenes are Harder to Leave than Others

I was married for eight years to a man named Scott Eugene.   When I was in a teasing mood, I called him  “Euge” for short.   I once read that the thing that most attracts us to a person initially is the thing that drives us crazy after eight years of marriage.  Scott had a dry, sarcastic rapier wit which kept everyone in stitches.   When we first met, I was enamored, until which time that wit became directed at me, and then it wasn’t so funny anymore.   Leaving the marriage itself was difficult.  Leaving Scott Eugene was not. Continue reading