My previous husband worked in the oilfield and spent his all his free time playing drums in a rock n' roll band. He was a charmer, but told me early on that music would always be number one in his life, marijuana would be number two, and I would be number three. He laughed when he said it, but he wasn't joking. Naïve and over-confident, I laughed too, thinking that in no time at all I'd move up the ranks in his heart. Although he claimed to love me, in thirteen years of marriage I never came first... or even second. In observing his failed relationships since then, I note that his priorities still haven't changed.
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