Defining Moments

HANDING OVER THE CAR FEBRUARY 25th, 2012:
On February 24^th, Friday Night, Danielle and I had talked for over an hour on the cell. Danielle decided that I needed to give her tags to the vehicle I have her. She wanted to discuss the car. Furthermore she wanted to revisit what we were going to do regarding us in the future. She asked me to come the next day to her house on February 25, 2012.

At 8:00 am I show up to Danielle’s house. She is in her pajamas. She has her hair up. Once I walk inside she looks at me, smiling and lets her hair down. Danielle always knew that I loved her hair down. I took this as a good sign. Danielle moves to the couch next to me as we discuss her work and how busy it was. She had gone to Louisiana for her birthday and the party was off the chart. Danielle tells me how drunk she got and how she could not remember how she got back to her hotel room. She said that life was very busy for her. I told Danielle how I texted and she said she knew I texted her, but she was not responding to anyone; not even her own father.

I went on to tell Danielle about the press release party for Ignite at Bermuda and she said,

“I will be there. It will be lovely,”

Danielle went to Facebook and liked INSA. I went on to tell Danielle that I would pay for her fee to come into the press release. She would be treated like a VIP. Danielle smiles. I pull out the tags to the car and give it to her. I ask,

“Now regarding the car? Do you want me to give you the title?”

Danielle looks at me thinking about it. Danielle didn’t make eye contact with me as she was thinking about my question.

“Look I don’t have to sign it over. I will keep it in my name. I’ll take care of the insurance. That way you can do what you need to with your career,”

“I know it’s just...” Danielle said being interrupted by me.

“I made a promise to you that I would help you. You yourself said you needed time and space and to have hope. You’re still single right?” I asked.

“Yes, I am still single. And yes there is still hope for us.” Danielle responds.

I look at Danielle with a sigh of relief. Here she is telling me there is still hope.

“Then what do you want?” I ask.

“Hand over the title so I can know that something is mine. That way I can finally get to where I need to,” Danielle responds.

I smile signing over the title. I then look at Danielle giving her a letter. I had two letters; one if she wanted the title and the other if she did not. In the letter I explained how I do not agree with handing over the car however I respected her wishes. I went on to say how I love her and will continue to love her. I would wait for her as she tried to figure out her life and how she was going to balance her work and family.

After I hands over the car title to Danielle, we talk about the press release party and how my job was going. I did not let her know that the management in the restaurant that I was working in was being cruel. I mentioned briefly in passing that I might consider bartending and Danielle chuckles,

“No honey you would not be a good bartender. You are the one that chills the wine.”Danielle laughs.

I remember thinking that was odd because Danielle always supported my new ventures. I passed this sarcasm off as her being stressed. Danielle hugs me,

“It is so lovely to spend time with you. We need to spend more time with each other and get back on track with each other. You are always welcome to come over for Sunday dinner,” Danielle said. I smile with hope in my heart.

I never knew that this would be the last time that I would ever see Danielle in person again. Based on the conversation with the new girlfriend that I would come to have in the following months, Danielle was not single at the time I had asked her. She was already with the new girl at the time that I handed over the car. According to the new girlfriend they had gotten together around February 2^nd, 2012. Later, based on further discovery, Danielle was with the other woman since September, at the time she accepted our rings and we said our private vows to one another.