When I met my husband 35 years ago I thought he was one of the oddest creatures I'd ever encountered; in fact for a long time I was convinced he was an alien (I'm still not sure that isn't true.). And when the book, Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus (which I've never read) was published I was CERTAIN my suspicions could finally be verified--though I'm pretty sure I'm not from Venus.

If you read my hub yesterday regarding a comment I received and deleted, let me begin by saying the author called him/herself "Pearlh." The comment went something like, "If you'd asked me I would have given you a valentine card from the rubbish heap." I then did a search for Pearl H out of curiosity and to send her a private message--nothing nasty, just telling her I wasn't sure how to interpret her comment. Pearl H, who hasn't published a hub in quite a while, is apparently a nice, intelligent girl from Washington who has good ideas about ways to save money on grocery bills. After reading her profile and pondering her comment to me I thought, "Well, she's entitled to her opinion about the mistakes I've made in relationships and her views no doubt reflect the values of a large percentage of the population." (I thought that right after thinking, "The nerve of this brat! Let her walk about 10 miles in my shoes and then let's hear what she has to say. She'll be sending me apologetic valentines, by God!")

So imagine my surprise when I received an email last night from my preposterous husband saying, "Of course I'm Pearl H(arbor)! I thought the name was a dead giveaway. (He loves WWII stories, especially anything about Hitler.)" Now, I'm Categorizing this hub as entertainment, but someday soon I may ramble about the serious nature of my life with Ron, especially since I'm now feeling I can turn the Internet into my own faceless therapist. In the meantime and after reading his email, I shot back an email to him saying, "You mean you invented a new persona just so you could make less traceable cracks on my hubpages?!" And folks, he's just goofy enough to do something like that. Nonetheless it disturbed me because the plot seemed way too extreme, even for him. I began worrying about his mental health . . . again! Like I don't have enough of my own mental health issues to worry about.

He emailed me back assuring me that he'd randomly selected the name PearlH. He claimed his message was intended to convey his sadness over being placed in a landfill--by me. In fact, let me quote him, . . On second thought, I'd better not quote him, he's not a very good sport and since I'm sure he's reading this, he's probably already fuming.

Once again, I apologize to the real Pearl H and will now go about my soap opera-esque life, eagerly anticipating my next Mystery Commenter.