Speaking of humility the soldier and I have been discussing our various break ups when we kids after the soldier had some new memory surface last week. He recalls us being in a Mexican restaurant. Mariachis were playing.

“What were we doing?”

“Don’t know. I can’t remember. I remember we met there and we had dinner. We had a good time, I don’t know what we doing but I know it was near the end.”

“Were we getting used to the idea of letting go? Do you think that’s what we were doing? Just getting used to it, maybe weaning off?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t think either one of us knew what was happening. We were just so young and we were both just a pain in the ass. We were cocky and we were proud as hell, both of us. I don’t think we thought it would or could ever end. Here we were with everything you could ever want or need and we were just so full of pride we lost it.”

“I see.”

A few days later…

“Well no, I am not going to do that,” I said. “Can you even imagine that? I am going to come to you and say, guess what? I don’t love you. I love this other guy now, I saw him at the gym and I am going with him. I am going over there.  Can you even imagine me saying that to you?”

“No.”

“Well good. I can’t imagine it either.”

“Yeah, well I’m glad because this last one was long. 30 years, P. This last break up took us a long, long time to recover.”

People get pretty pissed when I make audacious statements like, “If you screw up your Saturn return at 29, your next chance comes at about 57 years old.”

However, stories like this show just how true this is.

Have you ever really super duper blown it?