So, I met your Mom in 1993 – and, at the time, I was a very bad alcoholic. When I met her she told me that (1) she was completely divorced, and (2) that her kids were grown. She latched onto me and wanted to move in – and that’s what she did. After she’d been there a couple of weeks she was insistent that she help me fix a car that needed a motor and pay some delinquent property taxes. I told here, “no” – and told her, further, that we hadn’t known each long enough for that…
Well, I was a drunk and she persisted. Finally, I thought “what the hell”. It was wrong, but that’s what happened. Shortly thereafter – after she literally started a fist fight, with my boss, at a nice hotel in Novi where I was playing music – I had had enough. I was about to lose my job and my sanity. Her behavior was totally bizarre.