Living on a Prayer

I've had a lot of roomates over the years. Monique was pretty long term, on and off. I lived with my ex-husband for seven years. My brother and sister both came to live with me 3 or 4 times each. My ex-boyfriend lived here for awhile. My friends in in-between stages of life (break-ups, job losses, looking for a new place to live) always know they could crash at mine for awhile.

I don't love the mess and all the extra stuff in my apartment, but I do enjoy the company. :)

Spencer was different. I didn't realize that when you bail someone out of jail, you are immediately responsible for them and they have to live with you.

Me at the courthouse: Can I talk to him?

Them: No.

Me: Okay, can you please go ask him if there is anyone else he can call?

Them when they got back: He said no.

Me: Give me the papers to sign.

Now, I knew he hadn't done anything wrong and it was all just a misunderstanding. Spencer is a great guy. He's one of my best friends now after almost two years together. He's moving out this weekend. It's time for me to just be Margaux again. Spencer said he's sure he'll come over to visit and I'll have one of the homeless people from the park across the street living on my couch. I'm gonna miss him. :)

Spencer - thank you for everything. I thought I was going to save you but you've saved me so many times over the past couple of years. All those trips to the hospital when you waited with me and took me home. All the times you would go out and buy me smokes because my anxiety was bad and I couldn't leave the apartment. All our Monday nights watching Game of Thrones. All the times you held my hand while I cried. All the days you put up with me playing one song over and over on repeat while I tried to write something. All the nice meals you cooked. That one time I got really drunk with Lindsay and you had to come pick me up. I can always count on you.

Spencer is the one who everyone in my family and at my work calls when things go wrong and they need to check up on me. He knows everyone in my life and keeps them updated when I can't. He has been such an awesome "dad" to Max. When the dog got dumped on me, I wasn't ready for that at all. Of course I kept him, because that's what I do. I have Spencer to thank though that he's so well adjusted, well trained and well behaved. And for helping me lug home all those ridiculously heavy bags of dog food.

We all need help once in awhile. We're living on a prayer sometimes. I believe in karma and if I do my part to help others, someone will always be there when it's the other way around. Spence and I are family now. I'm so happy he's just moving a few blocks away. I love you darling. Stay gold pony boy. xo

Sullivan out.