wedding road trip

Day 8: Back to the Scene of the Crime

Denver is where my relationships go to die.

Back in 2002, I moved out to Denver from Los Angeles to “see about a boy.” That lasted about eight months before I was back in California, my tail between my legs. Then, in 2005, I moved out to Denver with the person who I thought was the love of my life. Seven months later, I was driving back to Los Angeles and he was hightailing it to Vancouver, never the twain should meet again. When I asked my stepfather if he thought my ex and I would reconcile, he replied, “Jaime, he drove 27 hours straight through rain, sleet, and a snowstorm to get away from Denver. I think you can safely say that this one’s over.”

Perhaps there’s just something about the mountain air that makes two people want to strangle one another. Or maybe it’s just that you can take a girl away from the ocean, but you can’t take the ocean out of the girl. Or something like that.

Coming back to Denver for the first time in three years was a shock to my system. All of the old memories of my former relationship flooded through my mind, causing me to wonder if getting married is really the best idea for a girl who can’t seem to manage to pull off a relationship that lasts longer than two years. Granted, Chris is different than my other two Denver loves, but is he different enough?

Just to be safe, we’ll put off moving to Denver until after we get married.

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