I got back to thinking about my first boyfriend who died February 9th. I looked up his obituary again and took a screenshot of his picture. I uploaded my picture in my rainbow dress with the screenshot from his obituary and asked ChatGPT to make a family portrait of us with 7 kids.
When we were young, we used to say we wanted 7 kids. I wonder, in what universe would we have really made it to baby number 7. We had so much opposition. The picture above would have only been a one in a million chance. I guess according to AI, it would have been four boys and three girls. Some of these kids look the same age, but that’s ok. It can be explained away with either twins or adoption.
Pipe dreams abound. He’s creeping back into my memories again, and I kind of wonder if he took his own life. I’ll never know for sure. There’s definitely that possibility. He wasn’t like this when we were together, but about a couple years after we went our separate ways, he started getting some pretty extreme thinking. He held a lot of conspiracies. I sometimes wonder if that was my fault. I broke up with him, but I did try to reconcile a month later and he refused.
Whatever it was, I just hope he’s at peace.
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