There has been some misunderstanding about my story. My fault. I haven’t made it clear that I’m writing about what happened, not what’s happening now. I’ll get there – or here, since I speak of the present – eventually, but for now we’re still stuck in the past.
The story I’ve been telling began in April of 2014, and so far hasn’t gone beyond that month. There is much more to tell, and I will unravel it in time, but this is not a saga; it is real life – my life, touched by a very singular cat. It’s a tale I must dole out one day at a time, sometimes one hour or one minute at a time, to try to get it straight in my own head. If you chose to come along on this precarious ride, I appreciate your devotion to Lux. If you don’t, that’s fine too. Your choice.
I want to make it clear that this may take a while. The story has not ended, but I promise that when I get news, I will break from the past and let you know. No cliffhangers here, just a life-changing psycho-drama-love story that I am still trying to comprehend.