Short of killing puppies, nothing offends or shocks Randy more than my taking a tiny nibble of a berry (or apple slice or watermelon) and plopping it in my chardonnay, champagne, or gasp, burgundy.
Where I turn into a cranky four year-old in supermarkets, Randy loves to leisurely meander up and down every inch of the store. I
My guy and I have climbed many mountains, been bruised and battered. We have fallen and gotten back up again…together.
While Daniel would manage our parting with much more grace than I, it’s very difficult for me to imagine my life without him in it.
There were very few nights I went to bed content. I felt empty and sad. Most of all, I felt alone.
I pretend loved them all, especially the ones I lost, in that intense, temporary way that we actors love. Those staged lives rerun in my mind, and on television. But when the pretend ended, I didn’t mourn long, as there soon was another reality to believe.
I looked at Randy and a strange idea dawned. “Do you think we can have a meal without any smart phone usage?”