Transiting Saturn sits on the descendant of the composite chart of the soldier and P where it was when me met 28 years ago. We had a chance to commit at that time and it seems we have another. I can’t see any other way to parse this.
“I tell people not to mess up things when it comes to Saturn,” I said. “Like your Saturn Return. Mess it up, get it wrong and you’re going to wait 28 years to have another crack at it. And now I’m living this.”
“This time if you say no (to marrying him) I’m going to kidnap you.”
“No, I won’t kidnap you,” he said dejectedly. “I’ll just sit there like a hog looking at a wristwatch. And I’ll tell you see, P? You’re doin’ this again. And you’ll say I am not, blah, blah, blah,” he said in his version of my voice. “And then I’ll say, oh lord…”