He padded into her life as if he belonged there. They immediately hit it off and were dancing, singing, drinking, and eating together. Day in and day out, they were in constant contact. They became as one. They tangoed with each other’s friends, but always together. Cymbals clashed along the way. A bit discordant, but they were able to smooth it out. As they continued along, little things popped up here and there like pimples. Unpleasant but manageable until . . . Continue reading →