Most were surprised by my reaction to receiving a Dear John. Simply, I didn't react. Not really. They should have recognized the simple fact that I was in denial. Had I truly accepted the break-up, and ranted and raved a little, I would have been better off. Instead, I blithely slipped back into the relationship as though nothing had happened.
What my buddies in Vietnam didn't realize was that this was the second Dear John I had received. The first arrived while I was in Officer Candidate School. There, now do you believe me?
Other heads were wiser than me. One posted his Dear John on the company bulletin board. Many burned them. Almost all cursed their feckless loves.
Alas, as my mother often said, “Love sticks where it lands, even if it's in a pile of sh*t.” (Actually, she was a very proper lady who simply had a quaint way of expressing herself at times.)
Fortunately, by divorcing me, she did me the biggest favor of my life. She gave me permission to find the real love of my life, the one I have been married to these past thirty-four years on this June 26th.