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As if the gods were listening to me whining about not having any more friends, I get an invitation to a good friend's birthday dinner and a call from a very old friend. It made me realize we never stoped being such good friends. It's just the way we function.
This phone call I got rattled me a bit. I am not going to say his name, but we did meet in Pittsburgh, and we did have a semi-romantic relationship for a brief period and even though we've seen each other naked and have done things together one might think would make it hard to carry on a friendship let alone a close friendship, it hasn't. He's probably (and ironically) one of my closest friends. He called me today and told me some startling news. We talked for a little over an hour about his situation. On paper his life is probably one of the most chaotic and screwed up of all my friends. He's been arrested more than once, and he is (I suspect) more than a little too fond of alcohol. Yes he's done stupid and pretty serious things like while drunk (and not just the usual stupid drunk activity) But he's also one of the smartest people I know. And I think he's going to be ok. I feel elated that someone still feels they need to talk to me first.
I got my grades back. Two B's and an A. I feel really good about life.
The only thing that's missing is my son's father. He's coming back in October. Three months doesn't seem like much from the outside, but it sure feels like it.