Laid in the bed last night talking to Rosa on the phone. She was having a topsy-turvy night -- there is always some drama going on with her and her daughter. We eventually got on the subject of marriage which frightens the bejeebus out of me.
"Could you see us married?" she asked.
"I can't even afford a pack of cigarettes, and you want to ask about marriage?" was my callous and terse reply for which I later apologized.
I told her we would discuss this down the road when my finances are more stable and secure. I still have a lot of growing and maturing to do before I take that big leap into the abyss that is Holy Matrimony. I don't want to take that leap of faith blindly and without A LOT of sobriety under my belt.
Dr. Laura would call Rosa an unpaid whore -- her sleeping over here many nights. We are "shacking up" in the eyes of the not so humble psychologist. I could also tell Dr. Laura she needs to eat a cheeseburger or two. It reminds me of that old saying to not throw stones in glass houses.