Ryan's Repeats - It's Not as though I Really Need You

My Shannon story was an afterthought at first, just a quick recap of how our marriage had gotten to the point of where I was surfing this Ashley Madison thing.  Because I often suffer from written dysentery discharge that original recap went beyond one post.  It then went beyond one, two, three... ten, a dozen, and finally a "baker's dozen."  But after all that written diarrhea I did get to that last post here.  And here is what I think is the best post of that series, perhaps my whole blog.  In my humble opinion it's clean, crisp, and raw just like those fine Gen X rockers from Athens, GA!

I found this Hemingway gif a few weeks ago and I think it's very aprapo for blogging and writing in general.  I think I finally followed that with this post, though a few words past 100.  You know I started out wanting to follow the lead of Jeff Goldblum's Journalist character from the Big Chill when he stated that he tried not to write "anything longer than the average person can read during an average crap."  I guess with the advent of tablets and smart phones that is still a tenet any blogger should aspire too!  :) 

The funny thing about my Shannon posts where that something that started out retelling sad stories and extremely difficult times in my life ended up a story of triumph and one I ended up so glad writing.  Even though I knew the end I started cheering for Shannon as I wrote these.  I am truly proud of her and I hope that came out in this post.  The story depicted in this post is in fact true.  I know this as Shannon pulled to the side of the road and called me soon after this conversation took place.  Of course the last line is fiction, I can't know if that is what she actually felt.  But knowing her I am sure her emotions where surely close.

"The girls were asleep in the back of the car and REM was playing on the radio."

I also have to admit that it so comforted me to write about her triumph and it did draw and unexpected emotional response within me that brought a rare tear to my eyes as I wrote and even as I read today.

Well, enough of that sappy stuff!

If you are looking for some October sex read my Keeley post from 2011 (it's a good'un too)!

Hey.... pssst....be sure to read to the end there might be a weird surprise down there somewhere!  Stop psst'ing Ryan, you'll ruin it!  :)

Ryan's Repeat
from October 16th, 2011......

Shannon’s Story – Part XIV

Part XIV of a series written from my wife’s perception of our life together. Part I of Shannon's story is here.

Shannon speaking......

All of my life I have depended on men. Up until graduating from college my dad took care of most of my needs changing oil in the car, paying for insurance, even bailing me out of a bad lease in an apartment once. I got married at 24 so in some sense I moved away from my dad and over to Ryan's care.


Over the past few years my career had really taken off. But to a large extent my world revolved around two axis, that of Ryan's and that of Brent's. As you found out in my last entry I was moving outside of Brent's world emotionally and perhaps physically if Ryan and I purchased the business we were looking for.


But as I drove down the highway to see family I was still very much under the sphere of influence of the men who had dominated my life for many years.


But in my life I have gotten accustomed to events changing rapidly.


The call from Mr. V, the company CEO, didn't alarm me at first - perhaps he needed help putting together a client dinner for some conference coming up. His tone was, as always, pleasant and professional as he went through the normal pleasantries of how I was doing and what I was doing over the holidays.


And then life turned again in a moment. The funny thing is it took me about 30 minutes and about 45 miles of driving to comprehend what was said.


The dialogue went something like this:


Mr. V: "Shannon, Laura (current VP of Marketing) has just informed us that she is taking an opportunity outside of the company. Now, we will start a national search for the position as soon as possible. However, we have many vital projects currently out in the field that must move forward. I know you are familiar with many of those projects as you have been working with Laura on many initiatives. In order to keep our positive momentum I would like to see you step into Laura's role on an interim basis. You are always very thorough on anything you do and I know you can navigate the politics of the position - I have complete faith in your ability to succeed."


I think my cryptic response was "sure Mr. V, I am glad to help in any way possible, you can count on me."


But over the next hour and 75+ miles (yes I drive fast) I realized that Mr. V was asking me to be the VP of Marketing for a billion $ company. Me, the girl with a BS in Art History from a small liberal arts college. The girl that would have been happy being a mom and volunteering at school. The girl that had married Ryan because he was going to be the VP.


Yes, I was excited about the challenge. But, I felt a sense of liberty that I didn't realize existed. The girls were asleep in the back of the car and REM was playing on the radio.


"It's not as though I really need you
If you were here I'd only bleed you
But everybody else in town only wants to bring you down and
That's not how it ought to be
Well I know it might sound strange, but I believe
You'll be coming back before too long


Don't go back to Rockville, don't go back to Rockville, don't go back to Rockville
And waste another year"


This was my time now, no time to waste.

Please check out this YouTube clip, they look so young. And I love the accentuated southern accent!

 

 

Oh wait.... who is this dude; he sounds so strange!

 

Is that REM being sung poorly wilst driving?

 

And is he really from Witchita?