Monday  Nov 21, 2005

Every BODY Has A Story - Rey

In November 2002, I left my husband of 9.75 years; I was a mere 19 years old when we married, and he was only 22. No, I wasn't pregnant at the time, just delusional, I suppose.

"In the spring of 2003, I spent six weeks in hospital ending with a total hysterectomy (I am forever thankful for my seven-year-old daughter, Cambria, especially now). During my stay in the infirmary, I had plenty of time to think (as well as plenty of morphine... imagine a continual morphine drip for six weeks!) and one of the thoughts that kept resurfacing was that maybe my partner and I could have worked out the kinks in our marriage. Just prior to being discharged from the hospital, I told him that I was willing to give 'us' another try and we both decided that we'd give *100%* to try and work it out. To prove that we were serious, we both had *100%* inked on ourselves. His is on his chest, over his heart, and mine is on my back, over my heart (I'm pretty 'chesty' and didn't want *100%* on my cleavage!!...100% real?! 100% fake?!).

Anyway, to give away the ending of this story (or at least the next chapter), we never moved back in together, and in fact, divorced over a year ago. However, we are joyously and effectively co-parenting our daughter and have a pretty good rapport as long as we don't spend too much time together! At first, I wanted a cover-up or to have something inked beneath it ('gemini', 'brat', 'sassy', 'flirt'...) to essentially 'destroy the evidence', but seeing as there was, in fact, evidence all around me of our marriage, I decided to embrace it and celebrate it. Besides, it's a great ice-breaker and conversation piece...everyone wants to know what it means!

Definitely more tatts in my future! The quick list: the insides of both wrists...a black square about 4cm x 4cm with kanji writing that shows through to my skin colour...on one wrist the symbols will mean, 'baby', 'love' and 'angel' (for my baby, Jamie, who died in 1994) and the other one will mean, 'older brother', 'love', 'angel' (for my brother, Randy, who died in 1993); a very simple, and not-too-big angel at the nape of my neck (after all I've been through, there's gotta be an angel looking out for me); a gemini sign, somewhere; some sort of triquetra with the names of my mum, me and my daughter around my navel (as it's our 'navel' that has, for all intents and purposes, connected the three of us); a Canada flag or maple leaf, likely on the front of my hip-bone ('cuz I'm thankful to live in a country where I can fall asleep without the sound of gunfire ringing in my ears...although I do live in a shady area of my city...); blah, blah, blah...so many ideas, so little bling..."

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