happiness is fabric sheer and a bit of a bending over. i never once pulled out any of the sheer stuff while here, too much of it reminds me of mr cowboy. maybe once i get myself really situated i can have a bonfire. a ceremony of good riddance. the news on the street is he’s on his way back to TX. he never ever should have left. with lack of closure between he and I, i know you can hear my snarkiness. i promise i am working on letting it go. the process is much like grieving – takes time. in a good world i could have been wishing him well. how hard would it have been to leave that door open.