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Okay, OBVIOUSLY it's insanely depressing that he died out of the blue. Let's get that out of the way up front. I'm back in my hometown for the first time in 4 years, and for what will be several days dealing with this death, the funeral, all that stuff. My friend (Marc) was the kind of pal that when you get to my age (I'm 36), and you hadn't been in the same place for a dozen years or so (I was in L.A., he was in Boston), you drifted apart. Not that I don't still love the man. I'm freaked out that he's gone. But his wife was my high-school girlfriend back in Cleveland. I was a senior, Sarah was a freshman. After she and I broke up, my freshman year in college, she ended up with Marc, and the marriage and all that. I was thrilled at the time-- Sarah was not the kind of woman I thought would be able to deal with my long-term goals. I thought it was great when she and Marc hooked up. Problem solved. Hearts that were broken became mended. (Deep down, I always suspected that Marc wanted Sarah. He never had the balls to mention it to me, however).
Okay, my point: First night back, and I'm all supportive of Sarah, along with many others. She's just lost her husband. Terrible thing. Second night back-- night before the funeral, mind you-- I stop by her and Marc's house to see how she is. Next thing you know, a bottle of wine's been killed, a joint's been smoked, and SHE'S KISSING ME. (I should have mentioned before: I've been divorced for five years). Did I let this happen, did I egg it on? Probably. Guilty as charged. Do I feel bad about it? Kinda. Not as bad as I expected I might. Like they say: Takes 2 to tango. My question to you all? How awful is this? It seems like, according to her, they were going to get divorced soon. I can't get his side of the story, obviously.
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