And here comes my phone ringing, it’s him. He spends hours going over his thoughts and feelings of loss and hurt about us since the last convo. I’m listening. He’s thought about it and I had every right to be angry and the broken glass in his apartment was only a reaction to what he had done. I’m listening. I feel like I’ve made a mistake. I’m listening. Can we work on finding our way back to each other? The cabin is still ours. Let's go tomorrow and talk about reconciling. M

The next day I video chat per our normal routine and he doesn’t answer. I send a text and go about my business. Then eventually I get a text and a phone call from someone with his voice and number on my caller ID but the tone and words from this person are very unfamiliar. He asked me, Did you honestly expect me to answer your video call this morning? I responded by telling him of course I expected it, we always answer, he’s the one who thought it important to never lose

That evening I’m prepared to break it all off or at least slow it down drastically. I walk in to a full home cooked southern meal, fresh flowers and my favorite tunes playing. He wants to explain some things. He had been living single for so long with no intention of reconciling. In most conversations he would say “when I was married” even this until I reminded him he’s STILL LEGALLY MARRIED. He tells me they have a written separation agreement and it will be very easy t

Sit tight while I tell you about what will be recalled in my dating history as the Starr Spangled Shit Show.