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.]