When Missi got fed up—Why did I get out of a crappy marriage just to be in this crappy relationship?—some new tragedy would happen (his mother died; he was in a motorcycle accident), and she’d be roped back in.He could be a little awkward, but Missi chalked that up to his inexperience—he told her he hadn’t been with a woman in eight years. Richie had a taste for nice things—expensive restaurants, four-star hotels—and he always insisted on paying.
He was always canceling plans, or not showing up when he was supposed to.
Missi Brandt had emerged from a rough few years with a new sense of solidity.
At 45, she was three years sober and on the leeward side of a stormy divorce.
The offer wasn’t all that appealing to Missi—“I didn’t want to be a stay-at-home mom again,” she says—but she took it as a sign that things were getting serious.
The longer they kept dating, though, the more problems cropped up.
Chris sent Missi a picture of Richie in a hospital bed, looking a little banged up but grinning gamely for the camera.