Hi Gary,

I’m sure she loved you (at the time) but keep in mind you guys were ONLY in your early to mid twenties. Babies by comparison to where you are now. All babies look cute and adorable, especially to each other. So here she is, a young mother, and she got swept off her feet by the guy next door. Classic cliché. She was overwhelmed and selfish. That’s about the extent of it. This baby raising babies made a very grown up, very serious mistake. Then karma bites her in the butt with marriage number two. Then husband number three dies. Now she’s a grown azz woman.

Now you’re going to call her and she’ll tell you… what, exactly? This is like a 21 year old calling someone they were best friends with at 7 and asking, “Why wouldn’t you play with me anymore?” Or something like that.

We are all getting older. We are all going to die. Give YOURSELF closure. She can’t do it for you, no matter what she says. Label it “My First Love. Mother of my Children.”

Best,

Inky