Top of the Blog: WE LIVE TOGETHER sleeping with both mother and daughter, though it was Ellen a woman almost twice my age that had stolen my heart. I loved her and didn't care if I ever slept with Jessica (or Hannah or Gwen) ever again. All summer Ellen has been telling me things between us can't last and there are only two weeks left to finally change her mind. If someone asked me what she was to me I'd call her my girlfriend in a second, but I didn't really want to know how she might label me. In a weird way, her refusal to acknowledge the validity of our relationship caused us both more pain than me sleeping with all those other women and we both knew it.
