after weeks and weeks of sappy emails and tearful phone calls, Dennis was coming!
i expected that he would help me get back to the goodness and light, but the truth is that that wasn’t really his role in my life. that’s just not what he did.
he was miserable at his job, too. and i think it was really getting to him that we were so far apart. he arrived and we had a great time the first night. lots of sex and ‘wow, am i happy to see you!’
it didn’t last. i don’t really remember all of the details, but we argued a lot on that trip. he was ornery and disagreeable and i was high strung because i needed everything to go perfectly. he wanted to go hiking on Mt. Charleston and i was prickly about it. i really made it not fun. then it was his turn. i wanted a dinner and dancing night and he didn’t want to dress up, didn’t want to go out, didn’t want to meet my friends.
we had sex just hours before he left and it was completely unmemorable. we should have been filled with emotion, but weren’t. i only remember our last kiss because it was tense. he didn’t look back to me before walking into the airport, and, even at the time, i didn’t know if i cried because he was leaving or because he seemed happy to go.
