Ours was a relationship based on sex.
What a strange realization that was!
I was freshly off my marriage, she was - well I'm not quite sure what her story was. She was looking for a place to stay for a while. Whatever, I figured there was a breakup in her recent past as well.
A place to sleep became a person to talk to became somebody to hold me became God I need an orgasm so bad I can't stand it!
I was there to provide all those things. She in turn helped me to get through what was, at the time, the toughest trial I'd ever faced.
For several weeks we led completely separate lives. I had my work and my pool league. She had her work and whatever it was she did after work. Our lives did not touch each other's at all - except at home. In bed. Our fumbling attempts to fill the gaping holes in our relationship only proved how completely different we were.
When the bills started getting too high and I had to move to a cheaper place she didn't come with me. We didn't even discuss it. We both knew that it was time to move on, to get on with our lives.
A couple of years later I saw her at a convenience store. I was with my ex-wife, in the middle of my second and final disastrous attempt to build a life with her. She was alone, but several months pregnant. We exchanged phone numbers but that was just for show. Just to be polite and to pretend that we had our shit together.
I can't even remember her last name.