For the first time in almost 27 years, I am spending the Thanksgiving holiday by myself. My long-term partner, Lynda and I, have been trying to break up for eight long years. It wasn’t until a year ago, when she broke her arm, that we realized there was nothing left to keep us together. She works at night and I am a ‘day person’. We never actually saw each other. All of a sudden, we were home at the same time, for three months. Ouch! Yelling and screaming at each other, became the norm. There was nothing pleasant about anything we did. It got so bad, that I left the house early each day, and hung out in various bars drinking. Not the best solution, but it worked for me.

I had spent the last of my fathers dying gift to me, by buying a muscle car from the sixties. It may not have been the wisest choice. I had about ten grand left over, and spent most of it on drinking and gas. The day finally came when all I had for income, was my Social Security check.

I realize that men have a different set of priority’s then women. But I don’t understand why there is a need for a custom couch in the living room, covered with white linen, that is so nice you can’t sit on it. All the art work in the main room, is a ‘one off’. Hell, the picture frames alone cost three to four hundred bucks. That’s more than I used to buy a car for when we first met. What happened to the days of Top Ramen for dinner every night? ( You know, hot water, noodles and a mystery packet of spicy powder ). We would buy it on sale, at ten for a dollar.

I don’t mean to ‘rant’ & rave’ about a lost love. I’m sure I had something to do with it. Over the years, I’ve had my problems, and she always picked up the slack. The fact is, I just got a Christmas present from her. Guess I may never know what I lost.

“Merry Christmas everybody, may it be over soon”, by DVK


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