Well, there was some bad stuff early on, and then some good stuff that allowed me to think maybe I was ok. Then, in my teens I fell in love with a woman that was a pretty significant age gap at the time (five years). Because of the bad stuff early on, she really saved my life. We were not consistently involved after those first two summers, but eventually we came together again. When I was 23, her house burned down and her dog died in the fire, and having already lost her parents, she lost everything that she had inherited; she had lost too much, and didn’t want to lose me. I wanted to be there for her, so I agreed to get married, but I was scared. It was not the right thing for me to do. There was so much unfinished business of my own. We were married for four years. Over the years we have spoken only a handful of times. While I still on occasion talk to her siblings, she really won’t talk to me (except to randomly comment on a Facebook post). Considering the role she played in my life at such an early age, I find it sad that we cannot have any kind of connection. Obviously, I am used to it. It has been nearly 29 years since we divorced, and I have been in other relationships since then. But there was never closure. It ended with a “Dear John” letter while I had an opportunity to work in France for a few weeks. She refused to talk, although we used the same lawyer to handle the divorce.