Years and years and years ago I lived in a little bungalow in Catch. I spent most of the time ratting and mining but would sometimes just zip around to explore or shuttle to/from trade hubs. I wish I could remember what I was doing exactly on May 26 of 2013, but what ever it was, it involved me being in a little frigate with no protection and no offensive capabilities. That day, I was murdered. I was murdered by someone I’d been noticing in the region for days (maybe weeks, I’m not sure; my memory is shit).
I never gave much thought on this incident as living in null-space means you’ll be murdered sooner or later. But I’d had this moment relived for me via video capture and had a bit of a laugh over it recently.
That gentleman, that murderer, was none other than my ex-husband. Fun!
That little story doesn’t mean much to anyone other than myself, but I just had to share it.
He came to visit my new family over the past couple weeks and shared that piece of history with me. I thought it was fun.
I haven’t posted in forever.