A common story in my head, about you, was that your father in Law, whomever he is or isn’t, bought a house for you here in Boston, Dorchester no less, and you were to be the landlord of the property, live and or work from there while renting out the other two floors (it was a 3 family property) to make your income and we’d get back together and I’d move in with you.
It’s funny to me now, and I don’t recall if I ever brought that up but even in the worst psychosis that was some, “happy ending” I had waiting for me no matter what I thought or said.
It’s comedy gold.
Like so laughable that the little embers in me that still love you or the idea of you would dream up something that grandiose and sensational.
You have no idea what I’ve been going through, but! It’s not like you wanted to know either.
I mean hey, you were taking medication too when we met, I have no idea what you’re going through either.
Just two suffering souls I guess.