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XIII: The Shitshow, part I

While our breakup came as a surprise to almost everyone, my friends kindly gave me a wide berth on interrogation about what actually happened. I trickled out some platitudes on social media and informed everyone that I'd be moving out, but I largely didn't drag Keith, both to protect him and because I was embarrassed… Continue reading XIII: The Shitshow, part I

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XII: The Bitter End

On Christmas Morning, we dropped the kids back off to their mom and, unceremoniously, my role as a parent officially ended and my slow slink back toward the single life I knew so well officially began. I had 6 days left with Keith and they were each miserable. Let us pray. Kik: After Christmas, Keith… Continue reading XII: The Bitter End

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VI: The Roommate

Despite our instant connection, we didn't actually have much in common, so Keith ingeniously orchestrated a bond way more powerful than having the same interests: he made sure that we hated the same people. When he brought his compelling narrative of victimization to the table, he found in me an immediate ally and our shared pursuit of slaying his dragons… Continue reading VI: The Roommate

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V: The First Six Months 

The first six months of our relationship were a total lovefest that we gleefully documented for public consumption on Instagram and Facebook (the photos are now archived in a folder called "I'm a Hero For Not Deleting These"). We were as happy offline as we appeared online. Keith talked endlessly about marriage and at every holiday or special… Continue reading V: The First Six Months 

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II: Missing The Early Off-Ramp

After our weekend of instant smit, Keith and I made plans to spend the entire next weekend together at my apartment. He arrived at my place after work that Friday night and we reunited like a soldier and his war bride. We planned a night out and our first stop was my usual spot where… Continue reading II: Missing The Early Off-Ramp