Losing Fiona
Found in my old journal from thirty years ago. My wife Fiona was leaving me, but consented to some final fucks. All true, except I changed the names.
After my group session, I went looking for Theresa and Fiona, to share a drink with them. I found them at Groucho’s, and they were really having a good time. I gave Theresa a couple of hugs, and wished her good luck with her new life. I even bought her a giant drink. I stayed only long enough for three beers, then decided to go. While there, though, I could see how relaxed and happy everyone was. And I really felt glad to...