the French need to know I want to know

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel «« After watching a BBC report (link tweeted moments ago) on the French first lady, Valerie Trierweiler, my thoughts turn to my brother and his marriage, but not as much as his marriage, but rather my need to know about the status of his marriage.  The president and the first lady of France have an obligation to give official notice as to the status of their relationship.  The President has commented publically to questions about his affair, and the first lady was hospitalized in shock of the news of her man’s affair.  The wide-spread doubt of their relationship creates an obligation to the couple to reaffirm their status as a couple, or give notice of their split.  Talk in proportion to my brother’s status can be compared to the news of the French affair.  I want to be clear: I only heard my brother split and no one, even to date, has commented on the cause of their split, so I am NOT saying rumors included an affair like the French first couple.  I am only comparing news that left doubt about each couple’s status.  To some extent the right of the French people to know the status of their first couple could be extended to me having the right to know the marital status of my brother.  I don’t have the right to know, but there is something approaching the right to know — something beyond a man craving gossip, and short of a right to know.  My process, described in the archive of this blog, found two pieces of reconcilable data that says my brother remains married to his first wife, and they live together in the family home.  My process of trying to reconcile my brother’s marriage/no marriage reports was slow enough that my brother could have stopped me, but he remained passive to me, so I might even claim he endorsed my process, but I make no such claim, though I may have in the past, if so I reverse my claim here.  Like the French people who press for a status update, I pressed for a status update.  They did it, because they need to know, and I did it because I wanted to know – I do – I rest.  My process put in my brother’s hands a series of invitations to be contacted by me or him to contact me.  My rest includes knowing he prefers not to be in contact with me, but we’re only a funeral or wedding away from family events overriding his preference. »» about me  201-490-9659  Erika mortified  nearlincoln@hotmail.com  contact us

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middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel
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