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Sam and I had a marathon phone conversation.
We were like pandas in heat.
We imagined our future home - a brownstone on Bethune Street - and our children's names - Jane, Nick, Nell.
But soon things got confusing.
And thus began our long and bumpy breakup.
I formulated a compelling theory of our relationship and constructed a plan that would make everything better!
We would see his shrink together, "date" again and grow our relationship in organic, incremental ways.
Sam agreed. We cried at the relief of not breaking up. We talked until the sun rose in the sky.
Ouch.