I’m going to put all these pages (as I post them) from my old journal of 1986, into the memoirs category even if the content is (like this one) not exactly memoir.
That way I can keep them all together and in order.
As you (my dear reader) can see, the content of this one includes an early attempt to make sense of my emotional state at the time, and reveals my burgeoning feelings for the woman who would become my second wife. I’m just now enjoying the discomfort of reading this.
My (more mature) adult mind now can’t help but squirm a bit as I come to realize that this too, will have to be…
To be continued…
