There are always those special relationships that touch you to the core. On some level those special relationships are always with you. You documented this one with humor and patience. You really lived in the moment. And then there is the final closure knowing Jeff has died.
Sticky tar pit indeed. You know how much I enjoy Rotten Romances but my take away from this one was "And I remembered that during the whole Year of Living Stupidly, I had turned down a couple of assignments for Architectural Digest and the chance to be the art critic for Long Island’s major paper, Newsday." Oh what we do for lust and a cuddle...
So hard to let go of relationships even when you know it's not the right fit. I understand that longing. I bumped into an old love a few years ago who I hadn't seen for many years. It brought up so many old deep feeling and memories of who and where I was when we first met in college,and was looking forward to re-connecting with him as a friend at least but then recently too found out he had died (an unnecessary death)- It brought up so much longing and loss. You write about all this so well!
What gets me, Ann, is your memory. I don't how your mind has managed. I think most of my memory files regarding men I have dated are close to empty, with little space left for facts.
Wow. Bizarre about the date of his death. Desire can lead us all down many “wtf” paths. Reading this it brings to mind many relationships at this point I like to forget. The writing hits the gut. 🙌🏼🙌🏼
Very touching. Many thanks for sharing.
There are always those special relationships that touch you to the core. On some level those special relationships are always with you. You documented this one with humor and patience. You really lived in the moment. And then there is the final closure knowing Jeff has died.
Sticky tar pit indeed. You know how much I enjoy Rotten Romances but my take away from this one was "And I remembered that during the whole Year of Living Stupidly, I had turned down a couple of assignments for Architectural Digest and the chance to be the art critic for Long Island’s major paper, Newsday." Oh what we do for lust and a cuddle...
So hard to let go of relationships even when you know it's not the right fit. I understand that longing. I bumped into an old love a few years ago who I hadn't seen for many years. It brought up so many old deep feeling and memories of who and where I was when we first met in college,and was looking forward to re-connecting with him as a friend at least but then recently too found out he had died (an unnecessary death)- It brought up so much longing and loss. You write about all this so well!
What gets me, Ann, is your memory. I don't how your mind has managed. I think most of my memory files regarding men I have dated are close to empty, with little space left for facts.
Amazing. Touching, funny, sad, hopeful all at once. How do you do it? I do remember that stint in Montauk....
Wow. Bizarre about the date of his death. Desire can lead us all down many “wtf” paths. Reading this it brings to mind many relationships at this point I like to forget. The writing hits the gut. 🙌🏼🙌🏼
Tugged at my heartstrings.
Each chapter has been sad and funny at the same time. I admire and love how you write about these life shattering events with such humor.