The opposition between my Mercury in Libra and the soldier’s Mercury in Aries in full swing here.

‘Well P, I think we should have gotten married. I regret that to this day and I always will.”

“Well I guess you shouldn’t have left me,” I said.

“Left you?” He was incredulous. ‘You dumped me!”

“Oh, I did not. I did not dump you. You left me and that was that. You were gone.”

“P, I left you because you dumped me.”

“You left.”

“You dumped! I’d have never… I’d have never left you if you wouldn’t have dumped you like you did.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s no way I dumped you.”

“No! You didn’t dump me, you just called me a cock! A cock! That’s what you called me.”

I laughed. “Yes, well. I already told you I am sorry for that, even though I am secretly proud.”

“Proud?”

“How can you be proud of calling me a cock? And you were smiling when you said it, too.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I think it’s kind of funny, don’t you?”

“It’s funny that you called me a cock? I don’t believe this. You’re nothing but a cock, she says! What am I supposed to do?’

“To do? I have no idea. You did what you did. And I called you a cock which I do think is pretty funny.”

“Why is that funny? What do you think is funny about calling me a cock?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I was 19. And that is a hell of thing for a girl to call a man, especially in the era. And you were a cock in many ways. You were a cocky man, that’s for sure. I think that was a pretty good thing to call you. It was an appropriate name and I am surprised it bothered you like it did. I think a lot of men wouldn’t mind being called that.”

“Yeah, well you’re probably right about that. But you were mean when you said it. You weren’t joking around. You were being mean to me, P. Mean! You were a mean person that day.”

“Well if I was mean, I’m sorry. And it cost me big time, I’ll say that. Because then you left me.”

“Because you dumped me,” he said.

“Whatever. You keep saying that but I can’t imagine it. I don’t see how I could or would ever dump you.”

“Well I sure as hell didn’t leave you. I can’t imagine that! How in the hell could I leave you? Why? would I leave you? I left you because you dumped me. What am I supposed to do? What does a person do when someone they love dumps them and tells them they’re a cock? A cock, P! After all we’d been through, you have to go and call me a cock and then dump me.”

“Okay, well that was an obvious mistake, calling you a name and I’m sorry. But I never dumped you. That part of your story is insane. Cock or no cock, I had to cry a lot of tears when you left and don’t you forget it. I think I am the one who wound up devastated and guess why that is?”

“Why?”

“Because you were so cocky!” I said, with a chuckle.

“I was not cocky!”

“You were. You don’t need no, P. You left me and you did what? You got married in like… one minute.”

“I did not get married in one minute! And I only didn’t that because you wouldn’t marry me. I tried to get you to marry me. I tried! I would have loved to have married to you. You know that.”

“Well, no. I couldn’t tell. How could I tell, considering you married someone else a minute after you left.”

“Not one minute.”

“Okay, five. Maybe it took you five minutes to find someone else and marry her. But that’s what you did.”

“Five minutes? Okay, I’ll agree with that. I did go out and marry someone else five minutes after you and I separated. But I only did it because you dumped me!”

I just laughed. I have no idea what happened. Only that this did, in concert with the 1100 other things that happened back then. ::sigh::

Is there someone in your past who disputes history as you recall it? How does it make you feel?