My husband-to-be is a conservative running for high political office in the Bible Belt. He has a good chance of winning. I am aware that campaigns can become ugly and personal. Before I met my husband I dated women, posed for naked pictures, was into drugs, and even appeared in a Girls Gone Wild video. I do not regret this; I just don’t do it anymore. My husband doesn’t know, and I don’t think he would understand. I know the community wouldn’t. I never planned on telling him about any of this. Here is my question: Should I try to prepare him in case it is brought up? –Very Over These Events
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And that’s why I’m not convinced you actually wrote this letter.
And now, my advice. What’s going to be more upsetting for your husband, VOTE: those incrim-inating photos, videos, and facts surfacing in the middle of the campaign, with forewarning and the opportunity to prepare his response in advance? Or those photos, videos, and facts surfacing in the middle of the campaign without your husband being ready to respond? The latter, I think. So tell him all about it now. As for the reaction the voters in your community might have if this stuff goes public, VOTE, didn’t conservative voters recently elect a man who groped women, posed for naked pictures, got into drugs, and did all sorts of wild things on video? If someone who behaved as badly as Arnold did can get himself elected, a man married to a woman who behaved as badly as Arnold did should be able to get himself elected too.
Thanks for sharing, ASS and SLANG.
I called my brother Bill to confess all–he said he’d never forgive me, of course, but he had tickets to game seven and the World Series. They would win game seven, he said. Then it hit me: The Cubs have been making their fans miserable for decades–and making my brother miserable for all of his adult life. The only way the Cubs will ever make it to the World Series is if they can somehow both go and make their fans miserable at the exact same time. And how could the Cubs go to the World Series and make my brother miserable at the same time? If Billy couldn’t see them play. So I ordered him to burn his World Series tickets before game seven. But he didn’t listen, he didn’t burn his tickets, and the Cubs lost. That one’s his fault. I hope you can live with yourself, Billy.
