Random Thoughts of Amy Potts

After listening to break-room talk today, I decided to come home and compose a letter to Dear Abby that may have come from any one of the conversations that I witnessed.  This is in no way to be a reflection on my marriage.  I have trained my husband much better than this.  Enjoy the read and have a best day! Amy Dear Abby, Today is the day I have chosen to finally sit down to write you a letter.   I have been married to Jack Ass, (his real name) far too long.   When we met he was a perfect gentleman.   He always opened the car door for me and waited on me to be settled before closing it.   I in turn would reach across the seat to unlock his door and open it for him as a sign of returning my love.   When we would sit down at the dinner table we would hold hands and gaze lovingly at each other, sometimes forgetting why we were there.   It was bliss, I tell you, pure bliss.   We have been married for one year now and suddenly that ...

I didn’t know as a little girl that I would find myself relying on the profound words of a children's book when I was grown.   But many times when I look back at where I have been and who I have become, I can’t help but to remember the words of Margery Williams in “The Velveteen Rabbit”.   “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse.   “It’s a thing that happens to you.   “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.   “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”   Does it happen all at once…or bit by bit?”   “It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse.   “You become.   It takes a long time.   That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.   Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.   But these things don’t matt...