When we met, I was struggling. Most days, it felt like I could barely breathe. He was a first-year art student at Ringling School of Art & Design.
Together, we created two books, Caps & Crowns and The Color of Noodles. His dream was to work in film animation and create a loving family. My dream was to live peacefully with my husband and daughters, a loving family, creating art. Our dreams came true. I like to think we helped each other.
Thank you Brandon. I will remember you forever and wish you years and years of love and work, as Jung said, “Work is love made visible.”
He says it’s easy for me because I married money. This tells me so much about him and says so little about me or men I married. In 1988 I married a man I met when I was 18 years old. I loved this man and we shared precious dreams of our future. We shared two beautiful daughters. He died in 2008, ten years after our unfathomable divorce, from which I emerged unrecognizable to myself. In 2014 I married a man I met when I was 49. We share an amazing life full of love and laughter. We care for too many children to count.
So now, still, he, this person I love, says I married money. I am sad for me and for him.
His mother is dying. He says she did not support him.
If he believes his mother did not support him, let me take a minute to tell you how much she supported him his WHOLE life. Every single step of the way, she was there with food, shelter, intelligence, money, comfort, candy, handmade Halloween costumes, lots of Christmas joy, tons of resourcefulness, and utter devotion to his wellbeing. I was there. I witnessed it. To say she did not support him is like saying my mother never cared about my tennis game.
If he does not think she gave him enough money (or anything) over the years, then there truly is not enough money to be enough. She could give him every dime, every remnant of her existence as a human, and it would not be enough for him.
To all the American citizens using the hashtag #NotMyPresident – rest assured you will not be beheaded for your dishonesty. You are free to be liars in this beautiful country. Also, you are free to leave. As with a strong and loving marriage, you are free to leave. Become a citizen of another country, maybe one you love? That might be better for you.
Live honestly. Be truthful with your hashtag #NotMyPresident. Why not? Try it! Be true to your word. It’s amazing. None of us are true to our word all the time but it is just such a noble and rewarding pursuit, I can’t help but encourage you and remind myself. This one isn’t hard. Just leave. Board a plane. Fill out documents. Renounce yourself of this country and your burdensome citizenship. If this country, in which you are free to make fun of anyone anytime, is too difficult for you, leave. Please. You deserve peace.
And then, use the hashtag #NotMyPresident with truth. The truth will set you free.
Blessings to you on your journey.