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it was always like that with me and Alex:

“Who found who?”

I was literally rescued from the trash dump in my parents fly filled garage smoking cigarettes a few feet away from b the trash cans.

he was a rescue from imminent homelessness after losing two jobs in a row at the brink of Desert Storm when the job market was dim. Together we had what we each needed to proceed. He got a work permit, a Green Card. And I had a little money and somethings for an apartment and a car in good condition. His truck was breaking down. He had a bed and a t.v.

so we took off to Texas and got married! Barely made it but we did make it. I had my SSD small pension and it so made the difference. I had health coverage and enough money for my smokes and a few other things that he didn’t have to pay for. I think he also got money from my father every so often, for the Acura for instance.

Alex used not to be afraid to talk about ALIENS. I didn’t go there at that time.

He was also way pro-Black.

He is Canadian. We don’t talk any more.

I so wish we could erase that pain and woe in our lives to be the couple we ought to have been. For our son to have had the protection and comfort he ought to have had.

I endorse that through his pain and suffering held on to through a superior intellect he is the more brilliant of the 3 of us. He will outpace us to have a more beautiful life.