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Yesterday was one of those days that bitch slaps you out of nowhere. Of course I know that the reason I’m living in my parents’ basement is because of my failed restaurant. But suddenly I saw the link so clearly — the almost $10,000 of organic food and products that we ordered from Tree of Life — a natural foods distributor — that I put on my own credit card was the root cause of my current predicament. This is relevant because I recently signed a paper releasing any claim on the restaurant. I settled for a mere $1,200 check, which my ex’s mother overnighted to me. I actually felt grateful to get anything at all. And I was happy to be done with it. There was nothing left to tie me to Tom. Nothing left in storage in his mom’s basement or attic in Ohio (I got all that moved out in May). Nothing left in Puerto Rico at Tom’s house. And anything I still had claim to in the restaurant — mainly my dehydrator, my Kitchenaid, a library table from New York, and some random things — were now his, since I accepted the check from his mother. I felt free.
Then yesterday I got an email via Facebook from a friend in Puerto Rico:
no, i hadn’t heard that. OMG. crazy. what do you know? tom doesn’t tell me anything.
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