3 Months
This photo was from Marion's apartment in Dartmouth. George, Marion, Bernice, Theresa all were alive back then. Marion was also taking care of an elderly man named Neil. We had apartments across from each other.
But to the present. I do not cry when I immediately get home now. Sometimes I think of her and it hits me deeply, and then I do. If Theresa could see me should would say "Please stop crying. I want you to be happy now. I'm fine, don't worry about me. I'll see you soon enough".
We had our ups and downs. But in the end we stuck it out and I supported her until the very end. My own mother said "You did more than anyone in the world could do for her. Don't ever doubt that for a second. She told me once on the phone you were the most important thing to her and she really, really loved you".
It felt good to hear that. Of course I knew she loved me, there was never a doubt. Recently, I've had some women flirt with me. At first I was a little shocked, because I wasn't doing anything to attract anyone. I have become much fitter than my past year, and I feel good.
How do I react? I don't think I am ready to date yet. And yet, there is a need for contact. When Theresa was alive, I joked that if we both had to do online dating, it would be bad because "I'd end up duct taped, hog-tied in someone's basement" because I was matched with a psychopath.
"I would never do online dating" she would say. "Too many creepy fucked up people out there" she would say. I had to agree with her. Just the other week a news story came out about a woman who was raped by her date. She found him on Plenty of Fish. Apparently he thought he could sodomize her, and continue doing so, even as she screamed out in pain.
That is fucked up.
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