Brians, Bobs, and Brans – Oh My!
My life has been full of loves come and gone. Weirdly there is something many of them have in common—names that begin with the letter “B.” I don’t know what it is about the second letter of the alphabet, but it always gets the best of me.
Brad was my first real boyfriend. He drove a Ford Ranchero (the front was like a car, the back was like a truck…) and had a mullet. We were so cool and codependent. Young love can be so deep.
Robert (aka Bob) was my first true love. He was a beautiful enigma. My husband. My first baby daddy. We would put pennies on the railroad track. He could dance—oh how we danced. He saved me. I prayed daily we would never end. We did. I thought I would die. Part of me did.
Brian #1 took me away from home. His family was immoral and threatening....
