When she finally did meet him in person, her relief was even more profound.Richie was tall and charming, a good talker and a good listener who seemed eager for a relationship.Among all the duds—the desperate and depressed and not-quite-divorced—a 45-year-old man named Richie Peterson stood out.He was a career naval officer, an Afghanistan veteran who was finishing his doctorate in political science at the University of Minnesota.A few minutes later, she got a reply from Richie’s friend Chris, who said Richie had been in a car accident.He was okay, thank God, but the doctors wanted to do some extra testing, since he’d suffered head trauma while in Afghanistan.She was living with her preteen daughters in the suburbs of St.
The longer they kept dating, though, the more problems cropped up.
When Missi “liked” his profile, he sent her a message right away and called her that afternoon.
They talked about their kids (he had two; she had three), their divorces, their sobriety.
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.