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How Did I Get Here?

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” According to Wiki: This is a philosophical riddle that raises questions regarding observation and knowledge of reality.

The next question that I have is: If I lived my life for 50 years before I met Mr. Husband, but he did not hear or see me, does that mean I did not exist? How did I get here? Did I just float down from a cloud one day? Twinked into existence by a loving Deity who decided that Mr. Husband needed a woman to order around, oh I mean love. I think that’s what it means to him. If this is all true, then I am 5 years old in his reality. No wonder he treats me like a child.

One would think that I was just trembling on a vine, moist with dew, waiting to be plucked. Thank God I was not in his pre-me garden or I would have been sprayed with fungicide and left to wither on the branch.

He watches FOX news all day and feels that because of this “unbiased” reporting, he knows what is going on in the world. And knows what everyone is thinking. I’ve been around the world 3 or more times. Husband doesn’t even have a passport. Nevertheless, my knowledge of the world is not sufficient. After all, I have only existed for 5 years.

Thank God, I have him to watch over my every need and responsibility.  It’s a miracle I wasn’t homeless and broke whan he found me, wandering alone and helpless in a sea of humanity (AKA my condo in Kansas City). He leadeth me to the boudoir and remindeth me to bathe on a daily basis. Quite honestly I don’t know how I managed to keep up mortgage payments, car payments, insurance for home and car, condo association fees, travel arrangements, utility bills, taxes, phone, internet, raised children, and run my own small business. I just blundered through life blindly, waiting for my knight in dented armor to come along and insist that I be rescued.

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