After one of our many arguments, she
told me I could have done worse than
her, as if she, a woman who seemed to love
bickering, was a better bargain.
But she had a point. At least she hadn’t
tried to kill me with a kitchen knife, or
stole all my money. At least she hadn’t
ran off with some other guy.
So I stayed with her and put up with her
bickering until she decided she was a
lesbian and took up with a woman who
eventually left her when she decided
she wasn’t a lesbian and needed a man.
Fool that I was, maybe a masochist, I
took her back when she came begging
me to give her another try. And now she’s
back to bickering with me every day.
But for me, bad love is better than no love.
Bob Boyd