Saturday, March 1, 1997

We had sex earlier and to my surprise, he didn’t get off. He hadn’t been up long, was caught up on his sleep, hard from the get-go, but didn’t get off. He said he was too horny. That doesn’t make sense, I told him. That’s like saying you’re too thirsty for a drink. He said, though, that that’s how it works for him.

We’re going to visit his mom later. He’ll work on her car while I keep her company. Today would’ve been hers and Dad’s 50th anniversary if Dad were alive. In the hospital, Tom said she said dad was trying to take her with him to be together for their 50th.

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