I wanted to tell a happy story

I fell in love with Sue one afternoon when we were shopping for a pickup for her cello. We ate lunch at this fancy place that served very tiny meals. I was the only one with testicles in the room. And I had to check them at the door. She was a friend of a friend but up until a couple weeks prior we had not met. That first night I did a rare thing and walked right up to her and asked her out. She said yes. We planned on meeting up at the other bar we all hung out at. The Tuesday bar, of course. I was all set for a date. Before then it had been over a year since Randi and I dated and that lasted only a week. And before that- Carol Ann, that was 1999. So Sue and I sat down and talked. Talked for two straight hours. It was going so well. We got along splendidly. We had senses of humors that meshed. We could have facetious conversations that lasted weeks. Just make up shit. After a couple hours she interrupts me to introduce me to the fella thats been sitting across the table hanging out with his friends all night. Her boyfriend, Jon. Crushed. Seriously crushed. She knew what she did and felt bad. I think I excused myself and went home in the following moments. Somehow we ended up hanging out again. And again. I tried to accept that it was never going to happen and I had found a really great new friend. Friends, even. Jon turned out to be a really cool guy. So we became close and my desire to be in a relationship ebbed and flowed. Then I started dating Holly. Sue and I grew apart for a while. Then Holly and I broke up. Sue and I hung out again. She was still with Jon, but unhappy. Holly and I got back together. Holly and I broke up again. Then I ran into Sue for the first time in nearly a year. She was at a table being hit on by 3 guys. I walked up and without missing a beat, in 45 seconds, we convinced these 3 guys I was her husband, we pawned our rings for coke, we had three or four kids that helped us cook and deliver meth and Sue had a penis growing out of her left shoulder. They walked away. It was awesome. We were both single and hanging out again. I had moved into the Hammond house with Terry. All was great until the morning I woke up to see his door locked and her car outside. That hurt. Really hurt. I worked next door to my house so I saw her car there all afternoon until she got up finally and left. She knew what she did and felt bad about it. But we stayed friends still. Then Holly came back around. Holly started hanging out and crashing at our place. We were sleeping together again. One night I went to bed and she wanted to stay up longer. She asked me to make sure she got up at 430am so she could get to work on time. I was happy to do so. 4:31 I found her and Terry on my couch. But thats another story I already wrote. I cried to Sue and she told me what I needed to hear, man the fuck up. I didnt need either of them in my life. They are both poison. I moved to Alabama 4 weeks later. Even though it sounds really fucked up she is my best friend. Like brother and sister we have been for years. We all just drink too much.