CD and I celebrated our wedding anniversary this week.

TV being a fairly universal reference point, let me say - CD reminds me of "Luka" on the TV show "E.R.".

There's the superficial likenesses. Foreigners living in Chicago. Big dark eyes and oozy sensuality that comes, in part, from intent listening skills. A great sense of humor and a razor dry wit.

Then there's the deeper things. Like the "Luka" character, CD has a gravitas that comes from tragic events in the past mixed with a brilliant mind and an honesty that makes him unable to "play politics".

That's probably why most people quickly trust and respect CD, even though he is slow to trust others and is a very private person.

Our love story isn't tidy. It was uncomfortable at times, and overlapped other lives. Too much drama.

When CD and I met, it was an explosion of chemistry. After the dust cleared, we agreed - looking at our goals and our situations - that it made sense to keep it casual. It was to be dinners and a movie. It was to be conversation and long walks. It was to be lighthearted. No hard feelings. No strings, no profound expectations, no exclusivity.

About 3 or 4 months into it, I rented my spare bedroom to a guy who was relocating to Chicago.

My new roommate, "Harry", was a co-worker of CD's . I'd met him about a month after I'd met CD. I'd had 2 or 3 dates with Harry and it had been "meh". He was more enchanted by my circle of friends than he was with me. So it was with a little relief that I stipulated that we would NOT date if he was living in my apartment. Completely platonic. He said he understood.

Of course, he immediately began acting as though we were married.

He wasn't in my place an hour before I noticed that every other freaking word out of this guy's mouth was "us".

With sinking anger, I realized that I had gotten myself into one of those sticky interpersonal situations that are so agonizing for me. I was going to have an honest "come to Jesus" with Harry. A serious confrontation. Just thinking about it made me want to cry. I started hiding from my own apartment. more...

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