“Just a small town girl
Livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train
Goin’ anywhere.
Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train
Goin’ anywhere.”

Being a small town girl didn’t work in my favor, as I grew up in a time and place where people couldn’t hide their true identities. A  man’s word was gold;  if he broke that word, everyone knew it. If you think the Twitter spreads news at lighting speed, try a tiny South Dakota town – population 700 –  in the 1970’s. Word travelled as fast as this long legged girl could power her Schwinn  banana bike from the lake to main street.

And so it was that I entered this world – trusting, naive, and ripe for the picking.

“Some will win
Some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on”

 ~Journey “Don’t Stop Believin” 1981

I hitched my wagon to a vacuous MIchigan man; a man incapable of intimate relationship; a man who was already a sex addict – must have slipped his mind during the “get to know you” phase.  At that moment, the die was cast and I became a loser in the game of marriage. After years of singing the blues, I’m ready for the horror movie to end. 

What goes on and on and on and on is now my choice.