After much discussion and decisions, last week I called an end to the on-again, off-again remainders of my relationship with Chris. I was unhappy, for a very long time, and he was unhappy. I've come to realize that his unhappiness existed long before he knew me, and will likely continue long after I am gone, and I cannot allow his misery to dictate my feelings any longer. I'm sad for him, but not particularly sad to see the end of the relationship. It's been coming for many months and it's more a relief than anything.
I have been spending more and more time with David, who I have known since I was 13 years old. He's been a near constant part of my life. We were the best of friends in high school. I had a raging crush on him and he was too sweet and oblivious to notice. We dated briefly in my senior year and then split up... our lives were too different at that time, but we always remained friends. He'd show up, or call me, throughout my marriage; he came over to watch a movie with Andy and I once. After my separation from Andy, David came by with more frequency.
We've walked a winding path throughout our friendship. It's a unique and beautiful thing, having a true friend who you can trust implicitly, always. It's even more beautiful, to make the decision to finally, after 16 years, to fall in love with the best man you've ever met.
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