Feast or Famine

When my ex and I decided to separate, it was an amicable agreement. Sure, it was my idea, but he was alright with it. We were separating with a view to reconcile. We were to get counseling and try to work out some of our differences. Neither of us had a desire to throw away eighteen years of marriage! Really, in this day and age, that is nothing to sneeze at! *achoo!*

I started looking for a place to stay. He would stay in the house because he loved the house. I didn't. I never wanted to own a house and I still don't. He could keep the kids with him, as long as he kept the house. Truly, it was his behavior AFTER the separation that sealed the deal on the permanence of divorce. His behavior then put his behavior during the marriage to shame! (And it was pretty shitty!) But still, at some point, he suggested we go out one last time. Just to keep things nice, ya know. (this was while it was still amicable)

He is a cop. He had received an award for making the most drunk driving arrests the previous year and he had a certificate for free dinner for two at a pricey restaurant in San Diego. He thought this would be a fun way to go out with a "bang," so to speak. :) So we took off to the south.
We stopped in La Jolla to walk on the beach. At this point, he turned all ... hmmm... what's the word... well he turned on some ancient boyish charm. He carried my shoes. Told me stories of the history of the land, and such, proving his superiority intellectually. In short, he was wooing me. Didn't really work, but it was kinda cute. When we got into the car, he didn't even fuss at me about getting every single grain of sand off of my feet before getting in. He was like a real person. But sad, in a way. Just like a little broken boy. :(

Back on the way to the restaurant we were. He asked me to get the certificate out of the glove box so he could see the address. Up to this point, I didn't know the name of the restaurant we were going to. It was here that the humor of the situation hit, even as the final nail was hammered into the coffin of that union.

The name of the restaurant: Dick's Last Resort.