Social Drama Queen
by Rusty La Violette
She was a drama queen and liked to drop a good line now and then, especially when a new person joined our social group. Her life wasn’t run of the mill, and if the truth were known, she actually watered it down a bit.
“My first husband was a convicted murderer,” she would start. “Spent seventeen years in prison. I married him three months after he got out. He was nice enough but ran whenever things got tough. He said in the joint you didn’t have to think. But, he was a flagrant womanizer, so I divorced him. Then he died.”
“The next one was different,” she would say as she sipped from her wine glass. “What seemed at first firmness and stability became brutality. He was a child abusing bastard and a flagrant womanizer, so I divorced him. (She’d pause.) Then he died.”
The next was studying to be a minister, he’d said. A secret drinker at first, he then openly flaunted his drug and alcohol use. Also, he was a bigamist with six kids. Besides, he was a flagrant womanizer, so I divorced him. Then he died.”
“I was single for ten years after that, but married again.” Then she lowered her voice almost to a whisper. “My current marriage is my last. We’re in this for the long haul. He is honorable and has integrity, and you know what? He doesn’t womanize. Guess he heard about my nickname, ‘the black widow’. Nope! He doesn’t womanize at all.”