CHAPTER 2: THE HONEYMOON: PART 2

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  1. Marilyne Rudy
    Marilyne Rudy April 7, 2014 at 8:34 pm .

    Excellent Viga! Now, I really no why you don’t like camping! Talking about roughing it; it is definitely basic bare bones camping! The dialogue was great: it made one feel they were actually there, along with your use of descriptive words. With all that tossing, turning, and kicking; it’s a wonder that you didn’t wake John up and have him questioning what was wrong. Those kind of nights must have happened quite a lot over the years! You were amazing to live with that guilt inside you all that time without exploding and spewing it out! Looking forward to the next part of your story! 😀

  2. whereasi
    whereasi April 8, 2014 at 7:37 am .

    There you go again, playing with my emotions! One minute laughing, next minute crying. Another great chapter, Viga!

  3. LeeAnne
    LeeAnne April 8, 2014 at 8:44 am .

    The writing really takes you there, cold wet towels, troubling memories of your father, endless miles in the car, and the newness of your marriage. I feel your sense of aloneness in spite of John’s loving presence, and marvel that you could keep such a thing as the terrible abuse you suffered for endless years a secret. Very suspenseful writing, thanks for letting us come along for the ride! I’m definitely looking forward to the next chapter!

  4. Melanie McNamara
    Melanie McNamara April 8, 2014 at 6:40 pm .

    Love your writing and I hope that you know that. I never camped until I met Brian in 2009… I absolutely love it…only a few days at a time but there is nothing better than sleeping under the stars. I do hate the outhouses of course.

  5. Billy Morgan
    Billy Morgan April 12, 2014 at 6:10 pm .

    I love your writing too. The way you described all the uncomfortable things that happened to you on the trip and the way memories of your past haunted your sleep. It brought memories of my first camping trip when I was seventeen. My father lent me his tent that must have been packed when wet. My friend and I cycled to Scotland. The first night we camped the rotten tent fabric ripped open and a cow stuck her head through the large tear. She let out a loud, “Moo” that woke us both up in fright. No more camping for me either.

  6. Barbara Raué
    Barbara Raué April 14, 2014 at 10:05 am .

    It must have been very hard adjusting to a loving husband. How frugal he was! I have a brother-in-law just like that – do you really need that ice cream cone? We could put that money towards our pension?

    Good writing Viga.

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