Late Saturday night, a man accosted Michelle on Smith and 9th. He accused her of being police, insisted there was a secret camera in her glasses, and bent them. I think this is a strange story. I was home during this time and we had just returned from White Plains. Michelle went to see if Duane Reade was open and then if the bagel store was open. Both were closed. My personal theory is that MK copped for drugs and the supposed dealer didn't trust her. But she wouldn't admit that to me. Ever since she got her new therapist, who is an addiction specialist, I don't push too hard on these little secrets. She can tell everything to her therapist. It's a great relief for me, no longer trying to spy, control, and parent her. In any case, the glasses were bent.
On Sunday evening we went for a dinner date at Bar Tano, our "spot" since it opened recently on our street and has outdoor seating. Right before dinner, she got a piece of dirt in her eye. This made her unable to look at me with both eyes throughout dinner and it seemed very uncomfortable and painful for her. After dinner, we took a walk. On the walk, her glasses fell off her face. I was looking at my cell phone and I stepped on them... crunch. That was an unhappy sound! I bought crazy-glue and put them back together, but I accidently smeared glue on the lens, so they were not as good as new. Then Michelle finally came down with the flu/virus that has been hanging on to me for over a month. This, and she also had her first herpes outbreak. I gave it to her. This is only the cold sore kind, but it seems to really upset people when they found out I have it or they might have it. To me, it's not that big of a deal. It's annoying and gross to get cold sores, and I do feel bad for Michelle, but she pointed out that I seemed somewhat happy about it.
As of yesterday, Tuesday, Michelle got a lovely pair of new Lacoste glasses. Unfortunately however, she says the dirt is still in her eye.
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