When I was 15 my mom got remarried and we moved to the neighboring town where Mic lived. Mom had been dating a nice man named Scott whom she met at a bar in town. It turned out that they actually had lived within a few miles of each other for most of their lives, both in New York and in Connecticut. They dated for almost two years before Mom was offered a position in California; we discussed moving there (without Scott) or staying in Connecticut and them getting married. Basically she told him to shit or get off the pot. He chose us.
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