Miranda Turner

I met Miranda in first grade, at Worthington Elementary School, in 1990. I don't really remember much of that first year, other than I thought she was cute.

2nd Grade, we were in different classes, and that made me sad. I was frequently wondering what she was up to in her class. (but I started crushing on a few other girls in my class, too)

I don't recall if 3rd grade was also separate or if we both had Mrs. Parker. But I know Miranda hated her...lol

Fourth Grade we were together, and we got to do Peace Patrol together, I looked forward to those days.

Fifth Grade, we definitely were both in Mrs. Parker's class together.

6th Grade, we were on Safety Patrol together, often taking down the flag at the end of the school day, or putting it up, together. However, when I had the chance to choose between Miranda and Michelle Cormier, I chose Michelle, the blonde...the wrong choice, really. And then I moved away...

It took seventeen years to find her again. And when I did, she was unhappily married, with three young kids, looking for a way out... She came down to visit, and I was hesitant because she was married, but then after she got back home, we talked, and she came back down the next weekend...lol

Though, I knew when I first saw her through the window of the hotel room, that first night after 17 years apart, that it wasn't going to work, but, we tried anyway...

She separated from her husband, and made several visits to me, and I made a few to her place, 700 miles apart.

After a year and a half, as I was needing to find a cheaper place to live, I asked if I could move in with her, and be a step-dad to her kids.

I lived with her for another year and a half, and it wasn't the greatest thing ever... We struggled to talk, struggled in bed, and I felt the need to start drinking as soon as she and the kids were out of the house for the day.

Though there were many great times, there were far more "why am I doing this?" moments than "I'm glad I'm doing this," moments. I absolutely tried to love her, and loved her kids, but they were a headache and she and I had little in common.

After leaving, I haven't talked to her since, several years later.

She was a dream that didn't come true.