It was March 1984 and we were living in an apt. in Oak Cliff, Texas. One day we had a fight and I decided to leave him and go home. I called my parents to tell them I was coming back. That's when I found out that my grandmother had died. Since Steve & I didn't have a phone in the apt. our phone conversations were very limited. The main source of communication was the U.S. Postal Service. In the end I went back to him and the life we were trying to build together.