Diane’s New Place

The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.

All of us were involved at some point in moving Diane into her new place. I recall that she just disappeared for a couple of weeks and basically we were to wait to hear from her. We’d seen her a couple of times but I think she was still feeling out where our loyalties were. If she told us where she was, were we going to run off and tell Jerry? It was melodrama at its finest.

I actually remember having to come up with some excuse for Jerry for where I was going to be the day that I helped Paul move Diane’s stuff into her new place, which he was helping to pay for. That’s how attached all our lives were. I was so looking forward to moving off to college and no longer being involved in all this bullshit.

Paul and I rented a UHaul and grabbed stuff from various locations, including a storage shed that Jerry and Diane shared. Jerry had deadbolted it and we had to use some big scissor-like contraption to snap it and get her stuff out. That might’ve been a different day, but whatever.

I was happy to be helping Diane get herself established but I felt like I was betraying Jerry, something he would later accuse us all of at one point or another, by helping her out behind his back.