Stick called today, partly to catch up and partly as just another step in the hellish process of separating ours into his and mine. I haven’t really known what to say about him here, because I still have a lot of respect and affection for him. First I was all “We’re going to work things out!” and then I was all “Still over. Still sad about it.” and neither one of those was a really happy thing I wanted to record for posterity (and the internet).
“I think I’ll spend Thanksgiving with my parents and then head to Denver,” Stick said. “I don’t want to wait too much longer to leave, or I’ll run into weather troubles on my drive west.”
There was silence for a moment, and then I said what had to be said.
“Do you have an extra axle?”
“Of course. And I’ll try not to get cholera,”
“Be careful fording rivers.”
Sure, the end of our relationship is like a giant gaping wound, but there’s no wrong time for an Oregon Trail reference.
