{"id":18564,"date":"2025-09-03T16:00:36","date_gmt":"2025-09-03T21:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/?p=18564"},"modified":"2026-02-23T14:32:14","modified_gmt":"2026-02-23T19:32:14","slug":"it-just-slipped-in-twice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/blog\/it-just-slipped-in-twice\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cTwice.\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/b10mediaworx.com\/covers\/lionsshare\/lionsshare-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"Lion\u2019s Share\"><\/p>\n<div class=\"top5\">&nbsp;<\/div>\n<blockquote><p>\u201cI am in my prime. Professionally. Financially. Intellectually. Not sexually. All things considered, my sexual prime came in the back of a 1970 Nova and went out the door of a judge\u2019s office three months later.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I crack me up. I really do. Yesterday, I randomly tweeted the above out of one of my books that I thought was one of my better lines. That\u2019s Finn Marston,<sup class='footnote' id='fnref-18564-1'><a href='#fn-18564-1' rel='footnote'>1<\/a><\/sup> from <a href=\"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/thebooks\/lionsshare\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\"><em>Lion\u2019s Share<\/em><\/a> narrating the circumstances of his shotgun wedding at 19.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s funny (yes, it is; fight me), but the <em>real<\/em> story is in <em>Lion\u2019s Share<\/em>\u2019s opening line.<sup class='footnote' id='fnref-18564-2'><a href='#fn-18564-2' rel='footnote'>2<\/a><\/sup><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-18569 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/20250903_slippedin.jpg\" alt=\"&quot;It just slipped in.&quot;\" width=\"366\" height=\"61\"><\/p>\n<p>In 1998 (I think) my mom, brother, and I set out on a road trip to Salt Lake. I cannot, for the life of me, remember why. I stayed in Provo with an internet friend, who was getting divorced from her asshole ex-husband, and her two single-digit kids. She was broke, her soon-to-be-ex wasn\u2019t paying child support, and she didn\u2019t have a job so she was on assistance. We had a couple of late-night heart-to-hearts. She had re-dedicated her life to Jesus, in non-Mormon evangelical Christian parlance. She was going to church, paying tithing (on her meager income), and had just <a href=\"https:\/\/www.churchofjesuschrist.org\/temples\/what-is-temple-endowment?lang=eng\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">gone to the temple to take out her endowment<\/a> (fornication and adultery are verboten). She was wearing her <a href=\"https:\/\/www.churchofjesuschrist.org\/temples\/temple-garment-faq?lang=eng\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">garments<\/a> appropriately and faithfully. She was focused, determined, locked in.<\/p>\n<p>Fast forward a year or so. We were in a Mormon singles chatroom, and we were in DMs, chatting about her life. She was still broke. Ex still wasn\u2019t paying child support. She was doing well with church and she was dripping with new zealotry.<sup class='footnote' id='fnref-18564-3'><a href='#fn-18564-3' rel='footnote'>3<\/a><\/sup><\/p>\n<p>I had noticed that in the general chat, she was flirting with this guy from a state somewhere far northeast of Utah.<sup class='footnote' id='fnref-18564-4'><a href='#fn-18564-4' rel='footnote'>4<\/a><\/sup> I remembered his deets,<sup class='footnote' id='fnref-18564-5'><a href='#fn-18564-5' rel='footnote'>5<\/a><\/sup> and as far as I could tell, he was a very nice, decent, hard-working, spiritually upright fellow who loved his kids. Said his ex cheated.<sup class='footnote' id='fnref-18564-6'><a href='#fn-18564-6' rel='footnote'>6<\/a><\/sup> There were no warning bells as to his person. However, there were some warning bells as to how life with him would be:<\/p>\n<ul class=\"post\">\n<li class=\"post\">divorced<\/li>\n<li class=\"post\">paying a shit-ton of child support<\/li>\n<li class=\"post\">lived in a broken-down mobile home in a broken-down mobile home park in a broken-down small town (bonus points for honesty!)<\/li>\n<li class=\"post\">didn\u2019t have a job<\/li>\n<li class=\"post\">didn\u2019t have a trade, marketable skill, or defining occupation<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Keep in mind: You don\u2019t go to any chat room looking for a sugar daddy. Men with money aren\u2019t there, they don\u2019t want women over thirty and\/or divorc\u00e9es with eight kids, and moneyed Mormon men aren\u2019t single anyway.<sup class='footnote' id='fnref-18564-7'><a href='#fn-18564-7' rel='footnote'>7<\/a><\/sup> I didn\u2019t care what anybody else\u2019s motives were, but <em>mine<\/em> was to find a nice, decent guy to marry and have children with.<sup class='footnote' id='fnref-18564-8'><a href='#fn-18564-8' rel='footnote'>8<\/a><\/sup><\/p>\n<p>So she was chatting with this nice (I\u2019m sure) gentleman, and I asked her very delicately WTF she was doing talking to a down-and-out dude when she was <em>also<\/em> down and out.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019s nice.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>That was a plus, but I thought she should be looking for someone a tidge more solid. Say what you want about a woman\u2019s material target-seeking, but love does <em>not<\/em> conquer all, especially at the beginning when you\u2019re thirty-five, broke, and have at least four kids between you.<\/p>\n<p>I left her alone about it because it was not my business and she was a big girl and she was going to do whatever she wanted to do regardless of any wisdom I might throw her way. Free advice is almost always worth what you pay for it.<\/p>\n<p>Over the next few weeks, she regaled me with the wonderful gestures this dude made. She was in <em>luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv<\/em>. <em>Nobody<\/em> saw <em>that<\/em> coming, nosirreebob.<\/p>\n<p>Then one day, in the general chat, this happened:<\/p>\n<div class=\"top20\">\n<div class=\"center\"><strong>WE\u2019RE GETTING MARRIED!<\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Well, that was alarming. I immediately opened DMs.<\/p>\n<div class=\"top20\">\n<div class=\"lr5\">\n<strong>Me:<\/strong> Um \u2026 you\u2019ve got 2 kids. He\u2019s paying child support and he has no marketable skills and has a two-bedroom shack.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Her:<\/strong> BUT WE LOVE EACH OTHER!!!\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Oh boy.<\/p>\n<p>The plan: She would fly to his state with her kids, who would effectively be their chaperone. They would meet in a hotel by the airport, as it was some distance away from his home. They would have 2 hotel rooms, one for him (I can\u2019t remember if he brought his kids), and one for her and her kids.<\/p>\n<div class=\"top20\">\n<div class=\"lr5\">\n<strong>Me:<\/strong> Whatever you do, don\u2019t fuck him.<sup class='footnote' id='fnref-18564-9'><a href='#fn-18564-9' rel='footnote'>9<\/a><\/sup><\/p>\n<p><strong>Her:<\/strong> Oh definitely not! I\u2019ve been to the temple now.\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Uh huh.<\/p>\n<div class=\"top20\">\n<div class=\"lr5\">\n<strong>Me:<\/strong> You never know. And the last thing you need is another kid.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Her:<\/strong> No, we have promised to save that for marriage.\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Ooooookay.<\/p>\n<p>So she and her kids got there. He\u2019d filled her room with balloons and flowers and just all-around romantic goodness. Normal getting-to-know-you IRL-post-internet stuff ensued \u2026 for about 1\/2 hour. The kids got put in the other hotel room so they could make out. That was all it was. All clothes on, everything above the neck. I nodded approvingly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut then it just slipped in.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u2026 \u2026 \u2026 \u201cBECKY! THE FUCK?!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTwice.\u201d<\/p>\n<div class=\"top20\">\n<div class=\"center\">\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;\u2022&nbsp;&nbsp;\u2022<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>I waited for <em>years<\/em> to be able to use that line in a story, but it never fit. Then one day I had a dream about a widow getting together with her widowed-father-in-law-turned-BFF, woke up, said (out loud) \u201cOh, that\u2019s an interesting idea,\u201d forgot about it, went about my day, which included a stop at <a href=\"https:\/\/www.younghouselove.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Young House Love<\/a> DIY blog, and an idea was born.<\/p>\n<p>And fuck me if I wasn\u2019t going to start that out with<\/p>\n<div class=\"top20\">\n<div class=\"center\">It just slipped in.<br \/>\nTwice.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"footnotes\">\n<p class=\"footnoteline\">______________________________<\/p>\n<p class=\"footnote\"><span class='footnote' id='fn-18564-1'><a href='#fnref-18564-1'>1<\/a>.<\/span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Readers of <em>The Proviso (Director\u2019s Cut)<\/em> won\u2019t remember this, but Finn makes an appearance very close to the end.<\/p>\n<p class=\"footnote\"><span class='footnote' id='fn-18564-2'><a href='#fnref-18564-2'>2<\/a>.<\/span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Apologies, my friend. I\u2019ve been hesitating posting this for almost 20 years, but you cannot possibly know how much this has delighted me and my husband. Yes, we\u2019re laughing at you, but it\u2019s with great affection. You helped spawn a story of grief, loss, conspiracy, love, loving, and a twist on the late-husband\u2019s-dirty-little-secret trope.<\/p>\n<p class=\"footnote\"><span class='footnote' id='fn-18564-3'><a href='#fnref-18564-3'>3<\/a>.<\/span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;New zealots of anything are the worst. Jesus, veganism, Cross Fit, colon cleanses. Doesn\u2019t matter.<\/p>\n<p class=\"footnote\"><span class='footnote' id='fn-18564-4'><a href='#fnref-18564-4'>4<\/a>.<\/span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No, I\u2019m not going to say which one, although I do remember it clearly.<\/p>\n<p class=\"footnote\"><span class='footnote' id='fn-18564-5'><a href='#fnref-18564-5'>5<\/a>.<\/span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I don\u2019t bother trying to remember things about internet people. I make a database. Yes, you <em>are<\/em> on a list. I\u2019m not stalking you. I\u2019m trying to remember you so you won\u2019t think I\u2019ve completely forgotten you. Because I would have. Without the spreadsheet.<\/p>\n<p class=\"footnote\"><span class='footnote' id='fn-18564-6'><a href='#fnref-18564-6'>6<\/a>.<\/span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You always have to take this with a grain of salt. It might be true. It might not be. It\u2019s probably some blend, but you know what they say. There are three sides to every story: Yours, mine, and the truth.<\/p>\n<p class=\"footnote\"><span class='footnote' id='fn-18564-7'><a href='#fnref-18564-7'>7<\/a>.<\/span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Moneyed Mormon men have been married since they got off their mission, their wives put them through law school or business school (while also having enough kids to do a <em>Family Feud<\/em> episode), and they\u2019re in a courtroom or boardroom somewhere displaying the only rampant male aggression that is socially acceptable in Mormon culture. They have money <em>because<\/em> they\u2019re married.<\/p>\n<p class=\"footnote\"><span class='footnote' id='fn-18564-8'><a href='#fnref-18564-8'>8<\/a>.<\/span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Twenty-three years later, I can definitively say I did, indeed, find a nice, decent guy to marry and have children with.<\/p>\n<p class=\"footnote\"><span class='footnote' id='fn-18564-9'><a href='#fnref-18564-9'>9<\/a>.<\/span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I don\u2019t advise abstinence out of religiosity. I advocate for any woman to develop a heightened sense of self-preservation.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; \u201cI am in my prime. Professionally. Financially. Intellectually. Not sexually. All things considered, my sexual prime came in the back of a 1970 Nova and went out the door of a judge\u2019s office three months later.\u201d I crack me up. I really do. 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