Talking About Baggage and I Don’t Mean Luggage.
You thought it wouldn’t matter.
We were not traveling. We were in a relationship that was tortured from the start.
We had both had a full life of experiences. We wanted to put it aside and enjoy what we had at the moment. We wanted to enjoy love. We wanted to see how long it would last.
We met seven years ago. We saw each other about once or so a week. He worked daily and I was retired. I kept myself busy because I had twins living with me that worked that needed things done daily. They also provided income for the house. He lived alone, about twenty miles away, and worked outside the home. Neither of us wanted to get married, thank God! I just didn’t have the energy or any purpose for that.
When he came over we would just share and make love. It was great! He would leave the next day.
I lent him my car after his broke down. I thought I would get it back. Nope! He kept it while I paid insurance and tag payments on it for six years. He still has it so last year I finally came to my senses and signed the title over to him. He didn’t like that.
A few years later things began to change. He would forget stuff such as Valentine’s Day and my birthday. In previous years, I always got a small gift or flowers. Then, nothing and made excuses in…
