That would totally work.

Oh, hi, I didn't realize I was your clone!

Can I bring my cat? She's fucking awesome too.

As will mine for you.

Four legs, a goat's beard, a long pearl-white horn …

Yeah, but . . . SO CUTE!

Your dog must be related to the late lamented MacLaverty, big, shaggy, disreputable and terrified of: vacuum cleaners, rocking chairs, and watermelons.

Yay Shine!

I don't think your identity was being erased, just ignored. Rudely. I felt bad for you and embarrassed for Dodai while reading the article.

I remember a college boyfriend being confused about that. And he rarely shut up about his 200 IQ.

Oh, man. Oh, man. I can just HEAR that.

Seriously, I wish I'd thought of that. (That THAT, Matvei! Who was actually super nice, let me down gently, and was even more embarrassed than I was. But still.)

You rock.

Anytime!

Seriously? Dancing? Not sure if I could do that without falling over, and I have my own knees (for now). Go you!

Honey, whether she knows now or not, she will at some point. But if she knows he was cheating on you, then she knows she's marrying a cheater. Whatever she thinks about that, it's not your problem. Don't think about her. Don't. Think. About. Her. Or them. They're behind you. Life has beckoned you on, and you can't…

Maybe. Or maybe just a free meal, as you suggested initially. Or just companionship. I'd be inclined to pass on the companionship of a man who suspected me of angling for free meals — that's all.

And?

It gets better. Eventually. For now: you have salted chocolate caramels, and you are NOT marrying a cheater.

Awesome! I hope your knee heals soon. And that you find your Mom well.