On this day four months ago I said good-bye to Mr. Man.
And I never told you all why.
Some of you have told me I am obligated to write about this in detail. Others have speculated on what he may or may not have done.
One of you left a comment on my Mr. Man break up post last week that asks if I was running away from something or looking for an out…
Was I running?
I have never said that single moms come to trust men easily. Mr. Man and I had only been dating for six weeks when it happened. If a promise – to that magnitude – is broken so early on, and if you also happen to be a recovering bad boy addict and have a child, yes – you may “over react” or “run away.”
A serious gut check coupled with a dash of fear can spell disaster for any man dating a single mom.
The commenter also suggested, as many of you have, that Mr. Man did something to harm Benjamin (either physically or emotionally). I want to make it very, very clear that he broke a promise to me, not to my son. He had not done anything to hurt Benjamin.
His foot was just cracking open the door. He wasn’t entirely “in” yet.
I made my decision to protect Benjamin from something that may or may not happen in the future. Something emotional, like losing his step-father not abuse. I was speculating and coming to a conclusion based on a pattern of behavior.
Mr. Man is one of the few people on this Earth I would actually trust with my son’s life. And yes, he’s a great guy. But he is not my guy. The promise involved a decision he made that jeopardized his own future. He didn’t cheat on me. He didn’t even lie to me. He just made a bad choice, one I couldn’t live with.
That’s all I can say… for his privacy and mine. I hope that clears things up a bit. And again, you’ll have to trust me on this one.
When I first saw Morgan Siler it was in the San Francisco airport.
I remember watching the stream of travelers pouring out of the terminal and thinking I’d spotted her. When I finally did there was no mistaking her. She has a presence, a light.
It’s truly amazing.
After Morgan moved to Kentucky, just three hours away from me, she and her son Lucca came for a visit. And everything came full circle. The boys were even better friends than we were. Identical in every way except for their hair color.
Here we all are… happy as can be.
One week from today Morgan and I will be on separate flights to Chicago where we’ll meet to pick up that new car I won. After my top secret agent and drivers training (I have to re-learn a stick), Morgan and I will be driving the car back together.
And we’ll have video cameras.
It could get a little crazy.
But guess what?
I’m more excited to see Morgan than my new Ford Fiesta. NO offense Ford but you have to meet Morgan.
We want to have a single mom meet up in Chicago on Friday the 24th. If any of you live there – where would be a good place to meet?