In high school my first girlfriend was Lynn. I affectionately called her Lynnie The Poo. Then in notes passed between classes I started to referr to myself as Greasy Jess as I had unkempt long hair.
She drew a picture of a turd in a leather jacket saying our child is named Greasy Poo.
Around 2014 she was working at a gas station with her then husband. (I introduced them.) I pulled her outside and mentioned going to AA, quitting, going back to school and getting my life back on track. Bringing up AA again, I apologized for everything I did, said or put her through. She hugged me and said all is forgiven.
Even though I wasn’t in the meetings anymore I had time to think back and realize when I was the asshole.
Greasy Poo popped into my head.
I hope she’s doing good.
Last updated August 20, 2021