This one really made me think. I don’t have one. I have four, maybe five. But each one only knows one Real Dick. The Dick in some certain space and time.

I gave each one of these people (and my wife was one) a piece of me. But the piece was framed by the time of my life when we were close. But it was as real as I’ve ever been. Then.

I’ve changed though (molted, if you will), and moved on to other people who have been given the real me for the new time.

Other than my wife, none of these soul mates were romantic partners. I think back and realize that I never gave ALL of the real me to any romantic partner, except my wife. And even that, probably only well after we were married.

Very enlightening and thought provoking, Ann. Thank you.

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