About Doug

Doug was my friend. We worked together on an international publishing event, but not for the same company.

Then he wasn’t my friend when I said no to having an affair.

And he was awfully mean to me during the wasn’t.

I probably deserved it.

But no, I didn’t deserve all of it. Because there was a lot.

The man had the innate ability to make me madder than anyone ever has.

But he also opened me to some great things life and gave me a joy and confidence I needed.

We are friends again now, but he’s dying.

I thought I loved him at one time. But I didn’t, not really.

I did always care about him, and I still do.

I always will.

And in between the “still do” and the “always will” are a million unsaid words.

[Doug died in February of 2019.]