"You were actually married to him?" another woman asked in disbelief. Whi9ch prompted Marsha to tell the story of my downfall and how I came to knock on her door one day.
"Knowing you, it's hard to think you were ever married so someone, well, like him." a third woman scornfully remarked.
"Yes well, I was, unfortunately, quite a different person then," Marsha said.
"I simply cant' imagine any real man accepting the position of his ex-wife's, what did you call him, your Lady's Boy?" the first said cruelly.
Appearing to come to my defense Marsha said, "Yes, I know, but in a way, it speaks well of him. He's been able to put away his pride and ego to try to make a fresh start. So I wouldn't be too hard on him And according to my housekeeper he seems to be adapting nicely."
"If that's true then perhaps this is his true nature showing through. Maybe a Lady's Boy is what he was really always meant to be," her publisher said with contempt in her voice.
"I mean he's so submissive and obedient, maybe that he-man macho image you say he always projected was just a charade."
What was she saying? I absolutely seethed at her suggestion that I liked being a servant, that I liked looking like a sissy for Christ-sake! For some reason I expected Marsha to come to my rescue. but giving me a quizzical stare, all she said was, "Well I guess time will tell."