In my travels I remember when I was in a homeless bind. Traveling south and making it to Dallas, Texas, I visited a tree-house, a band of travelers like myself that pay lights and utilities, when I was there I met a young lady. She was very sweet on me but we both knew I was not staying long and she lived in Waco. Only came to Dallas on the weekends. I told her, 'At least while I am here, you can find me at Deep Elum, on the weekends.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMlKJGKyoCo&list=PLxrFpAYpPg4JIMtDIklXncNBGJVeNJZGO
Time came for me to leave, and I wanted to stay for her sake. She was fine though. She'd have school, our memories, and if she ever saw me again, I was an ace in her book. Leaving was still hard for me. Made easier by her understanding nature.
I think of her and how hurt she really could have been. How much of a liar I may appear to her now, since I never really kept in touch.
As time has flown by since those days, Rebecca came along and much like the young woman of Dallas, can see that I'd have to chose to stay or follow the path I am already on. She has her mission in life and I have my own and if we really cared for one another, we'd compromise. Well Rebecca wanted to stay in the home I reside in with me, as I care for an 85 year old woman. I was not against it, but my benefactors were not having the conversation and wanted "ME," to be the one to break the bad news, to Rebecca. I was not having it, so I told the benefactor to do her own dirty work, she did and still insisted I talk to the woman. Nope. "You don't want her here, You tell her."
Of course Rebecca heard the voicemail, recorded it and has been fuming because all she heard from the line was, my voice, telling my benefactor to leave the message.
Great!!
It could have happened to anyone really. The point is. Instead of taking the separation on the grounds of mutual benefit like the young lady in Dallas, who bare in mind, would have changed her life for me had I not told her no, Rebecca decided to throw atom bombs to my face and shut me out of her life. Believing, I intended to hurt her in some way and have no feeling to her present state of affairs. It is useless to have this conversation with her. She won't respond to my texts and may insist that at this point, if I keep talking about it, that I am harassing her. When in truth, it is my own egg on the face, I am cleaning up. Oh how I pleaded and damn near begged for the comfort of a woman that I am not supposed to express feelings for in the presence of my benefactor. Rebecca is as of yet to face the interrogation of an 85 year old woman that feels she knows what is best for the African-American issues.
I have written to Rebecca, since the publicizing of this weekend edition, she is still not speaking.
On a lighter note. I had a rather successful day, yesterday and plan to have even more fun today.
I was in Odd Co ((You know the shop of art run by the lady that sees nothing but sex in my art, even if it is a Furry Red Panda.)) Well she has a daughter that is 17-19 and I showed her how awesome 2D animation has become since I was a child: https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/747889 She really got a kick out this one. So I was able to kick around a few hours with friends and watch monkeys throw poop at one another. I very good start to the weekend.
So despite not having art that I can make to sell in the store at the moment, at least not work that is going to immediately remind this mom, of penises and tits. I feel something is on the works and coming soon.