randy

randy is my ex-husband. i haven't spoken to him since june or july of 1999, and i haven't seen him since we split for the last time in august of 1998... but i will probably bring him up now and then.  we married in may of 1996. i was twenty five, and he was twenty three. we had a long engagement - one and a half years, and a big beautiful wedding... but neither one of us really thought about what it was going to be like to be married to each other. we were officially divorced in june of 1999.

randy has two main goals in life - the first is to be a millionaire.... and he will let nothing get in his way of that goal. but, he doesn't really want to accomplish it the old fashioned way... any fly-by-night scheme that came along to promise instant fame and fortune perked his ears.  i had to put a lot of myself on hold to allow him to pursue his dreams. none of which came true. i do believe he will reach his goal someday, but he will probably be alone when he does it. unless he can find a wife that doesn't mind him being gone all the time. he has the way of convincing himself that what he is doing is for you - even if you tell him directly to his face that it's not what you want. the second is to hear his father say he's proud of him - (i think he's always believed that when he accomplishes goal #1, goal #2 will inevitably follow) - this i don't believe will ever happen... not because he doesn't deserve to hear it, but because his father is a heartless, unfeeling bastard that would consider it swallowing his pride to utter such words.

i don't regret my relationship with randy - it was an incredible growing time for me, i do wish, however, i could've wised up with out having to be a twenty-something divorcee.