Tag: Soul Mates

Soul mate and saviour

I’ll try and say this in one ‘obituary-like’ sentence (as J.D. Salinger might have written, in fact, did write, about Seymour Glass):

Guido Michelini, that irresponsible womanizing jackass who shows up on this blog from time to time, is the ghost of my former self who came to his senses when his/my son committed suicide at twenty-three, and the person who got me through that hell, in fact saved my own worthless life, was one of the players, as was I, in the drugged-up, gin-swilling sex-o-rama of the 1970s, and who some time later became my wife and continued to keep me sane and gave me a reason to live, until her own death last year, just before Christmas, which, as I’ve written, was for the most part my death too.


Sex, drugs and marriage

They drank and they did drugs and they had sex with anyone they fancied, it was the 1970s, who didn’t!

And then to everyone’s surprise they got married. As the years went by he found out that she had been to bed with some of his mortal enemies, and she already knew that he had slept with some of her girlfriends — one of them she had to climb through a window to save after she tried to kill herself when he dumped her.

But that was okay with her, and he learned to live with the fact that she had slept with his former enemies. They went beyond that, they became, if you’ll pardon the expression, soul mates, and ended up being together for thirty years, and when she died, for the most part, he died too.