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she said.you know that.but this place petrifies me!

She finally decided she had to move away.She begged me to go with her,
but i couldn't do it.So she left without me.and she took our son.

at first, it was no big thing.not very many people even knew we weren't
living together full-time.there was no big fuss made over the fact that
bill anderson wanted to live in the country and becky anderson wanted to
live in town.it was hardly front-page news.oh, one of the supermarket
tabloids got wind of it once and ran a three or four-line blurb about us
on page nineteen 8 underneath an ad for acne cream, but that was about
it.i surely didn't go around talking about it and neither did becky.it
was just no big thing. even after she left, we didn't consider ourselves
to be separated. we never talked about divorce.we simply decided, for a
while at least, that it might be best if we lived in two separate
residences.

for two-and-a-half years we continued to go nearly everywhere together,
still considering ourselves very much man and wife.just the preceding
monday, in fact, we'd spent a wonderful evening together at the annual
country music association awards Show and party.becky had shown
radiantly in her full-length black sequined gown, her long blonde hair
falling gently around her soft white shoulders, her bright brown eyes
laughing and dancing in the night as we visited with friends and fans
until long after midnight.anderson, you married way above yourself,
people would say to me, and i'd smile, nod my head and agree.becky was a
very beautiful and a very special lady.

not only that, she was also my very best friend.we had always enjoyed
doing many things together: watching the same tv shows, going to the
same kinds of movies, eating in the same kinds of restaurants.like every
couple we'd had our share of day-to-day disputes and squabbles, but this
difference of opinion about where we wanted to live was the only major
conflict we'd ever had.we had always been so much alike. maybe we were
too much alike. maybe that was part of what was making this situation so
hard to reconcile.

the best answer we were able to come up with was for her to live in the
condo near nashville and for me to continue to live in the big house in
the country.but we never considered that to be a permanent solution.

i took a closet for myself at the condominium and kept it stocked with
blue jeans, a few shirts, a pair of boots, a razor, and i'd eat dinner
there and spend the night with my family every chance i got.becky, in
turn, never cleaned out her closets in lebanon, never moved out any of
the furniture, any of the dishes, or any of the silverware.She took only
her essentials.She furnished the condo in early wal-mart, trying to get
by as inexpensively as she could.we had every intention of this unusual
living arrangement being only temporary, and we didn't want to invest
any more money than we had to in dressing up a residence we never