

Although I’m not sure why he thought he had any power in the beginning.


Although I’m not sure why he thought he had any power in the beginning.
“We are two pees in a pod.”
— Eric, in his anniversary card to me.
Spelling mistake unintentional.
But noted.

Listening to Meghan Trainor’s “All About That Bass”…
Me: “That’s YOU! You have ‘all the right junk, in all the right places.'”
Eric: “Yeah.”
(Pause)
Eric: “I have you. Right here.”

Dating and living with a type 1 diabetic has been very educational. I now have no problem recognizing the symptoms of a low blood sugar. When it happens, Eric becomes very quiet and unresponsive, his eyes glaze over, and he is just generally disconnected from what’s happening around him. And there is a very clear pattern to the timing of these episodes.
They happen whenever I start talking.



Who told him?

Eric: “I was going to make a joke on Facebook about how you’re now 2 years older than me again, but I didn’t think you’d want me to say your age on social media.”
Me: “Why wouldn’t I want you to say my age?”
Eric: “Well because…”
Me: “Because…??”
Eric: “Because…”

Me: “I’m sorry I wasn’t more helpful with unpacking your boxes and suitcases today, but I have to run a half marathon tomorrow.”
Eric: “Yeah, and I have to stand in the cold to cheer you on tomorrow!”
And now he doesn’t live here anymore.

