June 26th, 2005
Endicott sent a postcard from Italy. It was addressed to me in my full married name. Do you think he is ready to let go? No, I don’t think so.
I was a little freaked out by the card because I didnâ€™t know he had my new address. It took a few seconds before I realized he got it from our divorce papers. So much for hiding out! I give it one month before he drops by my apartment uninvited. Ughâ€¦Now I’ll have to move again. It is a good thing I only signed a six-month lease.
Hereâ€™s what he wrote:
In Italy, Florence the city is known as Firenza (a name upgrade for you). I have about 360 pictures on the camera so far and will load them to disk soon and take many more so it has been real helpful. Hope you are doing well. Wish you were here.
Love always — Endicott
Since you probably donâ€™t speak â€˜Endicottâ€™ allow me to translate the above message for you:
In Italy, Florence the city is known as Firenza (a name upgrade for you).
The â€˜name upgradeâ€™ refers to our fights over the condescending way he speaks to me. The entire course of our relationship, he addressed me through the following names: Flo, Flobee, (the occassional) Flo-Jo, Bun, Bun-Bun, Bun Head, Bunny, Bunny Bun-Bun, Bunny Baby, Baby.
As soon as I moved out, that changed. He began calling me Florence. Not just Florence, but Floor-rents. As in Floor-rents, you’ve been bad! Bad doggie! Bad doggie, Floor-rents! Outside, Floor-rents! Outside, now!…I love dogs, but I don’t like being spoken to as one that just pooped on the kitchen floor. So, Endicott, you can call me Flo or Florence. One more Floor-rents and I’m changing my phone number, you condescending jackass.
I have about 360 pictures on the camera so far and will load them to disk soon and take many more so it has been real helpful.
He borrowed the digital camera from me. Its one of my money wasting expenditures he likes to yell at me about. When he makes a purchase, like the surround sound speakers he bought three years ago that are still sitting unopened in a box in the back corner of his house, its all good. When I buy something, it is a waste of money. (What me bitter? Oh yes.) He yells at me about money, but is perfectly happy to make use of my stuff when it suits him.
Hope you are doing well.
Okay, that was sincere, so no snippy comments from me.
Wish you were here.
Yeah, that was sincere, too. He really likes me when heâ€™s not spitting mad at me.
Love always — Endicott
I bet thatâ€™s true, too. But seriously, dude, you have to let go. Its over.
I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m not always pissed off at Endicott. Check out this email I got from him yesterday:
I had tradidtional Viennese food with Uncle Carlo…he is an old Simon Le Bon and der Komissar in one trippy package. Rock Me Amadeus!
Now that’s the Endicott I knew and fell in love with many, many moons ago. He was fun, and sometimes so damn funny it hurt. I hope he gets back to that happy place soon. That’s the Endicott I wish I was with.
Write me — that includes the old Endicott, too,