It’s Life
She pays a woman to tell her fortune. Her future. Says this woman is brilliant. Sees stuff. All done over the telephone. You should talk to her, she’ll tell your future, she says.
But I don’t want to know my future.
I prefer to roll along like a drunk stumbling over my own feet, responsible for my choices because not every sadness finishes in tears. I married a man after knowing him 6-months. Been married 41 years. Had four miscarriages. We adopted two orphaned brothers, aged 5 and 11. They’re my light. The boys, married, have their own children.
Blood ties have nothing to do with blood. It’s family that bonds, and this life is the way it was meant to be. It’s always felt right.
Do I believe in destiny? Reading what I have just written, I now believe . .. yes, probably.
dVerse Prosery Include the phrase “Reading what I have just written, I now believe . ..” by Louise Gluck’s Faithful and Virtuous Night. © Misky 2020
It's Still Life 
17 responses to “dVerse Prosery”
Not every sadness finishes in tears. What a profound statement.
Thank you for sharing this!
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Thanks, Lillian. And happy Christmas.
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“I prefer to roll along like a drunk stumbling over my own feet” If this is not life itself, then I don’t know what is.
I love this prose, Misky. It’s raw, honest, and above all, beautiful. Nothing in life goes the way we would have once thought. Your story is heartfelt. ❤ ❤
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Thank you, Lucy. I’m delighted you understood it as intended.
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Life unfolds and is guided by our choices, I think. I find it hard to believe it’s all predestined, but it is an age-old question.
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“I prefer to roll along like a drunk stumbling over my own feet”…. exactly, no fortune tellers for me either! Wonderful write, Misky
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Very well done! yes, whatever will be will be! And in the end we are blessed! Nicely written.
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Your prosery really hit the mark for me, Marilyn. When I was younger, I wanted to know my future, particularly around the time when my first marriage crumbled and I was left a single parent. It’s different now;, I’m with you and rolling along ’like a drunk stumbling over my own feet, responsible for my choices’. Although David and I grew up together, we hadn’t seen each other in about twenty years and ended up getting married just under six months of getting together again – and our 28th anniversary is in January. I know a bit about miscarriages too, and only have one daughter from my first marriage. I would have loved to have adopted or even fostered..Thank you so much for sharing.
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As they say, “snap”. x
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I agree. Best to take the future as it comes. (K)
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This is wonderful: ‘Blood ties have nothing to do with blood. It’s family that bonds, and this life is the way it was meant to be.’ Your tale is so full of gratitude: no wonder it all turned out right 😊
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😁 Thanks!
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“Blood ties have nothing to do with blood. It’s family that bonds,”… this is so beautiful and so true, Misky! Beautiful prose and incredibly moving prose 🙂
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Thank you!
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Given my (allegedly real) family situation, I’m glad that I’ve come to the same conclusion you have so nicely elucidated here: family only may or may not be blood. We can choose. I’m fortunate to have made positive choices, and apparently you have, too. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks, Ron.
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This is a brilliant story… and I love that even though there is destiny, maybe it’s better not to know and just stumble along… sorrows and joys will come, and looking back it’s the joys that define you.
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