A Fish Tale or The One That Got Away

I own some rental property and one of my tenants moved out and left his huge Oscar Fish.I had no idea how to care for fish, but thanks to my local pet store and the internet, I soon learned.I was instructed to buy some "Feeder Fish" for the Oscar, which were adorable little Goldfish, to supplement his diet. I thought it was a barbaric idea but I did it anyway. There were several "feeders" in the little bucket I carried in from the pet store. My kids thought it was Chinese food from the looks of the container, but I told them it was Oscar's dinner not theirs.When I dumped the feeders into Oscar's tank there was a mad flurry of churning water as Oscar charged his victims. It was a disturbing sight to witness. In the aftermath of the mayhem the water sparkled brightly with what appeared to be gold glitter settling to the bottom very much like a snow globe after it has been shaken. It was the golden scales of the goldfish which were all that remained after Oscar's attack. Later that evening, my son called to me to come and look in Oscar's tank.One of the little feeder fish had escaped the massacre. He had hidden up under the filter where Oscar could not get to him. The little guy had used his brain and outsmarted the big guy in sort of a David and Goliath fashion. My son begged me to get the little fish out of Oscar's tank and set him up in his own fishbowl. I "fished" him out and we named him "Dave".Dave turned out to have a great personality. He was so entertaining and seemed to be genuinely glad to be alive. We never got any more feeder fish for Oscar. He had to get by with regular fish food. He didn't seem to mind and lived a long healthy life as did Dave. VXA©

THE LOONEY BIN

When my second husband told me he was leaving me, for another woman it was the worst shock of my life.
I was completely happy in my marriage, I thought he  was too. There was no indication that he had even been seeing anyone else. He was home on weekends and he came straight home after work.
He and I laughed, talked, made love and seemed to be getting along as wonderfully as we always had in our 30 years of wedlock.
He was my best friend. We met in high school and I briefly married someone else who was killed after we had been married less than a year. I was pregnant and when my son was born. Irv was there in the hospital with me. He took over the role of husband to me and father to my new baby.
I was mostly a stay at home mom, however I did work outside the home whenever I wanted to. I did mostly volunteer work or my art work .It was never a necessity financially for me to have a paying job as Irv earned a good salary as a Civil Engineer and we had everything we wanted or needed.
We had another son four years after my first son was born and we were a very close family. Our holidays were wonderful. We were like a Norman Rockwell painting with Irv at the head of the table carving the turkey.
Irv and I had a great rapport. We were both witty and would keep each other laughing most of the time. We talked till the wee hours of the night right up until the end of our days together. We would listen to music and dance and hold hands. I trusted him completely. There was nothing I wouldn’t have done for him if he had asked me. My world revolved around him and our family. I, never in my wildest dreams, ever thought he would leave me. I had envisioned us getting old together and I always hoped I would die first because I never wanted to be without him.
When he first told me he had found someone else I was dumbfounded. I thought it was a joke but I could see by the look on his face that he was serious. He told me he still loved me but that she needed him more than I did and he hated to leave but he had no choice.
Instantly everything in my life was turned upside down.
Was everything that I believed to be real not true? I was shaken to the core. I found out he had been sneaking out of work during the day and seeing the “other woman” during working hours.
He had been leaving her bed and coming home to our’s. He had been able to pull off this charade for over a year and I was clueless.
We had been through so much together over the years. The death’s of our parents, our kid’s illnesses, the hard times and lay-offs, the happy times ,staying up late together to play Santa and Easter Bunny for our boys. The intimate moments when we seemed like the only two people on the planet so much in love it was ecstasy. The fun times we had at the football games and reminiscing about our lives growing up together in Miami. All this was gone…over..never to be the same again. This couldn’t be real..It just couldn’t be. How could he betray me like that?
My sister had had a stroke and was living with us and needed around the clock care.. I was going to college full time and also working at the school part time in the Interior Design Dept. I had gotten my Real Estate license but had never sold anything.I had no income of my own except the little I was earning at the college, not enough to live on, and although the kids were grown they still relied on us from time to time for financial assistance.
I was so totally overwhelmed by the news that he was leaving that my world fell apart.
I couldn’t function. I couldn’t stop crying. I didn’t know how I could go on living.
I was just shaking uncontrollably.
I drove my self to the hospital because I was hoping they could give me something to ease the pain that reached into my soul. The hospital “Baker Acted” me. That is where they keep you for observation for a few days if they think you might harm yourself. I never wanted to harm myself or anyone else. I just wanted my life back like it was.
I was put in the mental ward with bars on the windows and treated with very little dignity. I, a grandmother, who was volunteering at the Opera Guild Show house just the week before and maintaining a 4.0 average in college and caring for a sick sister, was locked up with a bunch of crazy people and being treated as though I were one of them.
That was the worst situation I have ever been in. I was having a normal reaction to my life and family being destroyed and was being treated like I was a few bales short of a load.
My husband on the other hand made a great showing of being concerned about me and he was treated very politely by the staff as he exchanged knowing glances with them regarding the pitiful patient, me. He was acting though he were on my side and not the sole cause of my being in there in the first place. But, I knew it was all for the benefit of the onlookers.
When people lose their homes and loved ones to floods or accidents or fires, everyone rushes to help and they are offered grief counseling. They are not locked up in a mental ward for displaying normal human reactions to the loss they have suffered. Since when is it ok to punish the victim like that? I just wanted comforting and to be assured that everything would be alright.
I realized I only had one option open to me and that was to move ahead and not look back. If I were to dwell on the negative I would be lost. I had to make a new life for myself, one day at a time. I had to be my own best friend and never rely on anyone else ever again.
I have succeeded fairly well in doing that, although in the beginning I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to make that statement. I have made a nice life for myself. There are still times when things happen that sadden me like the unexpected death of my beloved Walter, the man who became my third husband, who fell off a roof at work. I am grateful for the time I had with him but I know I must continue to live and try to enjoy my life without him. I never thought I could love another man after Irv left, but Walter proved me wrong. I don’t know if I will find romance again and I am not concerned about whether I do or not. I am self sufficient, happy and comfortable.
It would be nice for abandoned women to have a network of other women who have been through traumatic life changing events like this to listen to them and share their experience, strength and hope. If there had been such a system in place, in my moment of despair, I’m sure I wouldn’t have wound up in the looney bin.©
VXA