Corporal Narcissist

I'm sure I will be sorry I told this story
so let me just start by saying, this is about my "husband".
Not the cheating, lieing, heartless, piece of shit that he is,
rather the man I thought I was married to....

One night, shortly after we were married he came in the bedroom while I was reading and said he wanted to give me something.  He held up his "dog tags".  He had been in the Marines for several years.  He went on to tell me that he knows he has been married before, and I was always searching for "first" things to do.  (this was kind of hard since I was wifey #4)  So, he told me he had never ever even THOUGHT of giving his beloved "dog tags" to anyone else. Ever. But he knew that we were soulmates and was not a doubt in his mind that we were going to be together forever.  (that just made me throw-up in my mouth) So, he gave them to me.  Told me to keep them forever, no matter what.  Even if, God forbid, we ever were apart, there were mine. 

I am a total naive dumbass, so of course this meant the world to me.  I wore them around my neck to bed that night.  I had them hanging on my side of the dresser mirror so I could see them everyday and remember what he had said......

The day I finally got sick and tired of all his CRAP being in my house, the day I finally "let go" and realized I could NOT let him back in my life, (this was somewhere between finding out about girl #2 and #3)  I packed all of his belongings.....including the dog tags....and I cried for a long, long, time after I put them in his box.

Yesterday morning I went to work, parked in the same spot I have been parking for nearly 13 years.  As I was walking across the parking lot, I walked right by "her" vehicle.....and as I walked by, the sun was glaring off something on "her" windshield....I looked closer, it was something hanging off of "her" rear view mirror.

It was my "husbands" dog tags.  I felt like I had been punched in the gut.  Like day 1 of him leaving, all over again.  And then I was mad at myself, for even being the slightest bit shocked, or hurt.  But unlike my "husband"  I have a heart.  I, unfortunately have feelings.  My life and marriage to him was not a lie, to me.  I walked in, with my head down, praying quietly to myself that maybe something good would happen thru the day, maybe the skirt of her dress would get caught in the sliding doors and rip it off revealing her braless and pantyless, nasty self......And I would very kindly offer her my socks?  Or maybe I would just offer to call my "husband" to come help her out....