This is a hard one to do, especially since I think she reads my blog on occasion, but here goes.
Stephanie Hernandez and I met when I was a supervisor and she ran the front desk, at a transit outfit south of Seattle. A weird connection was forming between us as we worked together, especially since she was married with two half grown kids. She's not Mexican but her husband was.
One News Year day I had the day off and was buying seafood at a market while Steph was at work for half a day. I called her at her desk and asked if she would like to drop by my house and share the seafood with me. She had never been there but knew how to get to my house, and she said yes. That one single call was the start of at least a twenty year relationship, I've actually lost track, just like I can't remember the type of seafood. Yet I vividly remember her jumping my bones the instant she walked in the door that afternoon.
Thus the long affair began. It was under wraps for a while, pretty soon the office figured it out, male drivers began glancing slyly at my crotch while the female drivers just smiled. Then her husband and kids figured it out when she moved in with me. And I can understand now how her daughter secretly hated me for this, I don't blame her, but mom was coimplicant.
We became a couple, Riley treated her like his mom and she was alway running him around to things and down to the DMV to work on his license. Her son Junior moved in with us for a while and I liked having him around.
Then my sister called. She was busy setting up her mansion on the Wyoming side of Teton County Idaho in a town called Alta (the richest per-capita place in the U.S. at the time), buying up new property, and invited us to move to Idaho. I drove down there and we looked at places together and the last one we saw was an amazing log home. Three bedroom, two bath, family room, deck, hot-tub, on a half acre of land at the base of the Grand Teton mountains. She bought it later that evening in cash and invited me and Steph (and Junior if he wanted to come) to move in for free.
We accepted, and lived and loved there for many years. It was a great life, sweet memories and no regrets. Steph was a great partner and lover. We would occasionaly get testy with each other but it never lasted. We showered together every morning and washing a fine set of tits from behind was the way I started my day.
We eventually started paying my sister rent but we split every thing right down the middle. I realize now that I incorporated that way of doing things into every relationship I've ever had.
Also, in a pattern I now find myself repeating, I tried to do a good deed and everything went to hell as a result. I wanted to bring my brother Dana to the Valley from the nursing home mess he was in. A group home that cared for other men like Dana had been my client for all those years driving the bus and they were willing to look at bringing him on board.
Unfortunately, my family didn't welcome him, he must of done some shit to offend, I never found out. But I was hurt and decided to leave the Valley. It was the beginning of Steph and I splitting up as I was thinking Arizona and she was thinking Tennessee or Washington. I gave her a fourth of my stash and bought her a truck. She was off to Tennessee and I had no idea where I was going as the last items at our yard sale left the property.
Finally, as we were packing boxes she said sternly "you need to make up your mind" so I said, "fuck it, I'm going to Tennessee with you!". I had this delusion that perhaps I could integrate into her family and find some roots there, which did not work out. Now we never see each other, I miss her, story over...