Seven years ago this weekend, a major crisis happened.
Rick admitted to something that for me was a dealbreaker.
I won't go into details, but he said he did something that affected me that was so outrageous, I was close to the point to saying, "I'm sorry. You went too far. It's over."
As I was hurtling toward that point and screaming at the top of my lungs over what he did, he started going into bargaining mode.
Amongst the other chips he offered up was, "You can have a boyfriend if you want to."
I then picked up a gig that kept me in San Francisco for a while.
Shortly thereafter I met the amante.
And after that Rick was diagnosed with dementia.
Three years later I dated and fell in love with the amante.
After that, I asked him out on a date.
He flaked.
I then met the guy I hang out with when I am in the Coachella Valley.
Which means that sometimes getting from Point A to Point B takes a while.
Another thing about Labor Day Weekend. This time last year, I decided to screw it and spend the entire long weekend in Tijuana. This has morphed into spending longer and longer stints there.
The next one will last three weeks.
Oh, and did I mention during that last long weekend, I found out that the guy I met was Rick's grand nephew?
Karma is interesting.
Very interesting.
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