Blog 3404 – 02.27.2025

The Three Faces Of Eve

The 1957 movie pictured above is a psychological drama about a woman suffering from schizophrenia and multi-personality disorder. Some men think all women are crazy and sadly ladies that from a male perspective is probably true. But before you get all up in arms against me, I must also admit that in our endless quest to worm our way into that wet, warm, wild and wonderful spot in every woman that inspire the three most beloved words in the English language “Heaven, home, and mother.” I am talking about your sweet and loving hearts. What did you think I was referring too? Shame on you.

Men would do anything for what women have in abundance. I can hear Whitney Houston sing Queen of the Night as I write this: “I’ve got the thing that you want, the thing that you need. I’ve got more than enough to make you drop to your knees.” Yes, women, you have the power to drive us men mad, as mad as Don Quixote, and have us also tilting at windmills as he did for his great love and great lady, Dulcinea.

Yesterday, I wrote about the three faces of evil, today I would like to use the title The Three Faces of Eve to discuss the three great loves, great ladies, of my life, and their particular madness that drove me then and still does quite crazy in love.

My first great lady and great love was my mother. My mom’s besetting sin or insanity was rooted in the great lack of love that she had for herself. She thought her nose was too big, her tits were too little, and that she was unattractive. She was a beautiful woman, but a youthful indiscretion with a man who beguiled her, got her pregnant, and left her to fend for herself traumatized her and fractured her self-image. Mom fought with depression all of her adult life, and depression won. In the summer of 2000, three years after my father died of a stroke or heart attack, she took her own life.

Eve, Adam’s wife and the mother of us all, the Bible says was beguiled by the serpent in the garden. Some think Adam was not beguiled by the serpent, but by the woman and that perhaps he followed her in the transgression for fear of losing her.

I am thinking of another song lyric, “Take me in, oh tender woman, take me in for heaven sake, take me on, oh tender woman, said the snake.” Many a smooth taking man has beguiled a woman with his words. Want to get girls? Use your words, Boys. It works like a charm, but beware you do not end up like the dog chasing the car, having no clue what to do with it when he catches it.

The second great love, great lady, in my life (There have been more than a few, but I am keeping it to three for brevity) is my third wife. She was sexualized, programmed, and groomed by her father as a young girl. That and the use of drugs on her by her mother to keep her “under control” as a child lead, I think, to her exhibiting bi-polar schizophrenia symptoms as a young woman resulting in two year long stays in psychiatric facilities for treatment, one in her early twenties and again some years later. I married her years after those episodes and friends said I was crazy to marry a woman with her history and two young sons as well. My friends were right, I was crazy in love with her, and still am almost thirty-six years after we were divorced.

I concluded with the woman who is most likely the last great lady, great love, of my life, my longest running wife. This August tenth will mark thirty-five years that we have been married. We had met briefly in college in 1973, but reconnected at a college reunion in 1988. My third wife and I were separated with the divorce pending, so I started dating again. Linda had never been married and I was working on my third strike. Bonnie Rhaitt’s song Nick of Time played on the radio a lot during our courting phase and we both felt it appropriate to us. We are all a bit crazy at the get go, I think. Linda lost her mother at four years old, her older brother to suicide when she was a young woman, a breast to cancer in her late thirties (cancer took the other breast years after we were married – she had reconstructive surgery both times.) These events would have alone or combined been enough to drive anyone over the edge. But three years ago after a painful and scarring bout with Shingles, Linda really lost it and after a week of tests in a nearby hospital the psychiatrist recommended that she be sent to a behavioral hospital. She was there about three weeks and they called me to come take her home.

Linda still suffers from auditory hallucinations. She hears voices and thinks that I and others can hear them too. They threaten harm to her beloved granddaughter if she does not obey their demands which usually are things like sweeping and mopping the floors constantly, not eating her food because it belongs to someone else, same with her clothes. They are constantly berating her, telling her that she is, old, ugly, unattractive, and horribly scarred. All untrue, but she is beguiled by that lying serpent as was the first mother Eve.

Years ago Linda and I watched the Robin Williams movie What Dreams May Come where the main character played by Robin goes to hell to rescue his wife, the great love of his life. Over the years since seeing the movie for the first time, Linda has asked me several times, “If I was in hell, would you come and rescue me?” I, of course, reply, “Baby you know I would.” I am no fool, crazy, but no fool. Words matter and I try to choose mine carefully.

I do not believe in an eternal burning hell where we are punished for our sins. That is a concepts that was invented, they say, by Pope Gregory to increase church attendance and refill the church coffers. Lying serpent are not limited to gardens, it would seem, but also go to church.

To all you Adam’s and Eve’s out there, be mindful what voices to which you give credence. My advice, unsolicited I know, is to listen to the still small voice and not the loud demanding, accusing, and condemning ones – lying, beguiling serpents those.

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White

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