“I remember vividly the day I proposed to her. We took a limousine, I got her flowers and champagne; we went to Manhattan, some comedy clubs, and then I took out a ¾ karat engagement ring and asked her to marry me on my knees.”
My mother, without a doubt, was the most important person in my life. She was like me, would do everything for anybody. She loved kids, like me. A kind person, giving and loving. I was glad to have her, I loved her. She died at 48, young, from complication of diabetes. I was married eight years at the time, going through a divorce because of my lifestyle. So, I lost my mother and my wife at the same time, and spiraling downhill.
The other important woman in my life was my wife of eight years. I had many kind moments with her. I loved her, she loved me, we had a lot of good times together, and a lot of bad. I remember vividly the day I proposed to her. We took a limousine, I got her flowers and champagne; we went to Manhattan, some comedy clubs, and then I took out a ¾ karat engagement ring and asked her to marry me on my knees. Probably the best time of my life.
For the past year and a half, I have Christy in my life, on and off. She is a bad drug addict, and I had to walk out on her a couple of times. Now that I am clean, it is not good for me to hang out with her because she doesn’t want to stop. We lived together on the street, moving from place to place: business doorways with an overhang, outside the methadone clinic, next to Burger King. Anywhere that looked safe. Well, safe as can be. It is hard living on the street for anybody, but much harder for a female. It is going to be hard on her when I go inside, referring to the Bonita House program, where he is waitlisted. I am really worried about that, but I can’t help anybody unless I get myself straight. My dream is that she helps herself, and together we have a little place for ourselves to live in dignity; a home we call our own. I don’t ask for much.
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