wilson, freddie e.

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full name Frederick Edward Wilson date of birth 07.30.1991 home town Pegram, TN  current city NYC, NY education High School Grad. occupation Cafe Owner ________________________________________ Have you ever broken up with someone and no matter who you dated or how many fights you got into, you always figured that someday you would get back together? That every relationship was just passing time, filling in the days before you worked things out? That's what I happened when me and Claire broke things off. Our relationship had been going sour for a few months, another guy had come into the picture and I knew, even if she claimed to love me, even if she fought tooth and nail against it, that she had feelings for him, but she was too good of a person to cheat or break up with me. Over winter break of our senior year, I broke things off. It was supposed to give us both some breathing room, let us explore other opportunities. A few weeks later, she ended up with him and I started spending time with Savannah. It didn't start out with me wanting to date her, it didn't even start out with me wanting to have sex with her. She just happened to be there when I needed friends that weren't associated with Claire. She hung out with me for awhile and eventually it turned into a sexual relationship. She was my rebound and she was supposed to be temporary. I don't think I even liked her at first. But she was blonde, she was beautiful, and she reminded me of Claire. I was a complete asshole for ever thinking that was an okay reason to sleep with her, but we were teenagers. When I found out Claire was going off to Yale, I was heartbroken and even through my getting into fights with Claire's boyfriend and spending all my time chasing after her, Savannah stuck by me, didn't dump me. We had a few arguments, she was clearly upset about my reaction, she knew that I still loved my ex, but she was there and she didn't end things. She wasn't even a bitch to her and she had every fucking right to be. Over the summer, I proposed to Savannah, she excepted, and we had a fall wedding. It was quick and most of our friends and family tried to talk both of us out of it, but I didn't give a shit. Claire didn't even come to the wedding, though I had invited her and her family. I didn't know what that meant for a long time. It took years for me to sort out why she wouldn't come to my wedding. I thought it was because of school -- new friends, new boyfriend, new life that didn't include our small town.  Savannah and I lived pretty happily for awhile, though. I didn't love her when we got married, I won't pretend that I proposed because I was so overwhelmed with love that I wanted to be with her forever. I don't know what possessed me to propose that day. It might have been the fact that I saw Claire's mom in town and she didn't stop to talk to me, it could have been the reminder that Claire was miles away, or it could have been when Savannah said she loved me and I remembered that Claire had never actually said it back when I said it to her. Everything was good, I worked a few odd jobs, we were living in a cheap apartment, Claire seldom came home and when she did we didn't really talk. Not that it made any difference. Savannah had made me promise not to hang out with her when she wasn't around. I don't think she trusted me. Not that it mattered. My father died last summer and even though he and my mother had been separated for years, he left me his diner in New York. Which worked out perfectly for my marriage. After the funeral, I slept with Claire on a whim. I think she felt bad for me, she knew that I loved her, she knew that Savannah did nothing but nag me about buying a house and having some perfect family with 2.5 kids, and she knew that even though it had been years, I'd still go back to her if she asked. And I did. Which was all the more reason I needed to move to New York. And stay here.  ________________________________________ your name rae play-by liam h.  member group resident