Lib and I moved to California when Rob was 3. Her husband at that time, Brian, and his two kids, followed later. When they came, Lib left me and took a house with them.
Lib was real clear with me when we came to San Diego. If they came, she'd go to them. I didn't believe her. Didn't think they'd come and didn't think she'd leave. When she did, I felt betrayed.
She's my friend. That should count for something. But when it comes to me or a man, she's always chosen the man. Always. I hated her for it. I know ABSOLUTELY that I would never have left her for a man. Wait, do I know that absolutely? No, suppose not. If I had fallen IN LOVE (hard to imagine, given my track record), maybe I would have thrown everything and everyone to the wind. What I do know for sure is that she left me (no, we were not lovers, but best friends), I felt lost and betrayed and helpless. Helpless above all.
At that time, I was completely incapable of surviving on my own. I couldn't keep money straight, was afraid most of the time, always on the verge of being evicted. Blah, blah, blah. I needed one of two things: 1) to get my shit together and learn how to take care of myself, or 2) find someone else to run things.
Enter Zendik Farm.
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Don't know why he's clothed in the shower, and don't care.
Freaking LOVE this picture!
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