Dear John

Lost connections happen in everybody's lives.  Like a childhood friend that you wonder what happened to them or even a guy you liked working with that you wonder where they are now.  I have plenty of those and facebook isn't the answer for me.  As much as I would like to know what happened to Adam, Jim, Mike, or especially Jessica, I'll probably never really know.  What sucks is seeing a Dear John letter, not literally but figuratively.  What happened to me in 2008/09 (unsure) doesn't concern me much but the way it happened does.  Imagine a woman who has lived with you for 2 years decides to leave by trying to move out unexpectedly on a rare workday Sunday.  I beat her to the assumed note that would have been left.  Why,  as a carpenter I stepped in puddle of thawing snow and needed to go home to change socks.  I found my home upside down with a woman in the midst of a dear john, yet not that far.  The dear john never came, but it might have been worse.  She took the cat too.  The cat hated her and returned it the next day.  The point is I would much rather have a clean decided break, than interfered with one-sided way that I interrupted.  Most of my past relationships with people have always had a reason and a clear cut reasons to cease interactions.  To interrupt a dear john is weird at best, and emotionally difficult at worst.  To lose a friend or acquaintance over time is acceptable, to lose one immediately and in the middle of a move out with cat in hand, is disturbing.

Cat is good and living well (lasted one day on the other side)
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