Just a note before you get any weird ideas, this woman is a mother of two kids. I say that to dispel any immediate concerns that I'm trying to hook up with my late friend's teenage daughter or some such; she is in her early twenties and that's not my intent. Full disclosure though, yes, she is hot and if she had a naughty Tumblr, I'd follow it. Just being honest.
So if this post hasn't started off weird enough, I asked her for her e-mail address because I wanted to send her a long e-mail with some old war stories about Rick and the things that would take place at work. I think that most kids would enjoy hearing about their parents lives outside of the relationship they have at home. My letter was three pages of funny stories and compliments about Rick.
So what was strange was that the e-mail address she gave me was Rick's. I guess she had his password and just felt a sense of closeness to him by taking on his account.
I had this sinking feeling in my gut, just hoping that Rick had deleted any old emails he sent to or from me. We talked about sex a lot. We talked about women at work, who we wanted to fuck or who we didn't. I wrote several years ago about the phase Rick was going through where he was fucking any woman he could lure into bed and the fact that he was sending me pics and videos as proof of his own mid-life crisis.
I just think that is a thing his daughter, even if she is an adult, doesn't need to see.
So I noticed that one of his daughter's followers was an ex-girlfriend of Rick's. Yes, I have seen every nook and cranny of this woman in both picture and video. My understanding is, Rick told her he had shared the pics and after her initial shock, she was okay with it. In fact, according to Rick, she wanted to have a four-way with my wife and me, but my wife put an end to that idea when Rick brought it up during a party we were at.
So I reached out to the ex and we exchanged a few e-mails. She hinted that Rick confided in her about "everything" but it wasn't clear to me if that meant he was upfront about his alcohol abuse or the sexual hijinx he had engaged in with my wife and me.
Either way, I felt like she was someone I could openly talk to about the downward spiral Rick's life took and the fact that he drank himself to death. So unlike the longwinded e-mail I sent to the daughter that was full of fun and proud memories, I gave her the unvarnished truth about how his behavior at work led to him being dismissed. I told her how hard it was to watch this guy just give up on his professional life in favor of spending his days at a bar.
After several e-mail exchanges, usually disjointed blurbs from her as if she was so excited that her mind was typing faster than her fingers could, I arranged to call her. I had come up with a series of questions I wanted to ask, but among the first was how much she knew and if she thought the e-mail account the daughter was using contained any details that should have been long ago deleted.
For the first part, she told me that she knew every single detail about everything Rick had done with my wife and me. I told her I assumed as much and it was no big deal or anything I was ashamed of. She was very straight-forward with her, "You guys have nothing to be ashamed about, or worry about."
Granted, this ex had been out of the picture with Rick for close to a year before he passed, but she told me how the house had become such a place of turmoil with the daughters running roughshod over everything as he sunk deeper and deeper into the bottle. She said the girls we manipulative and while he would privately complain about them, he was such a loving father that in spite of the pain they put him through, he couldn't seem to get control.
She told me about the shitty way Rick had essentially moved a new woman into the house under the auspices of helping out a friend, only to find out that he just didn't have the courage to break up with her (the ex), until one day he came home drunk and put her and her belongings out on the street.
Keep in mind, there are multiple sides of every historical event or break-up, but given his situation, I'm not doubting that her version of events was at least ball park close.
Throughout the conversation, the ex repeatedly told me how much she had loved, and still loved Rick and how much she continues to care for his daughters. She mourns his death and like me, is a little saddened that the daughters along with Rick's mom couldn't seem to pull off a memorial of some sort.
By the end of the call, I felt like I had gotten whatever closure I was going to get from this lady. She thanked me for being someone who understood the pain she was feeling and hoped that we could talk more at some point.
People, delete your old e-mail. I know there is this urge to hang on to past conversations or the pics someone sent you on a lark. You don't need it. Just look at the e-mails and the pics, jack off or whatever you need, then delete it, empty the trash and move on.
Google makes it so easy to never have to empty your mailbox, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't. Anyone could get hit by a car tomorrow and unless you already share an e-mail account with your spouse or your kids (like apparently Rick did), there is no need to put them through any pain after your death with e-mails and such from your naughty Internet play.
Of course, this advice from a guy who has a sex blog.