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We humans can be pretty complicated, while at the same time, looking for the same things?

I saw a post written by someone who was chastising another for not being paid for their work.  I had a friend, a full-blooded Navajo (and gay), who lived at my place for 5 years.  He worked for me from time to time before, left for a couple of years to another state, and then just showed up at my door one day.

He happened to show up when my Mom was dying.  He was trained as a home health care assistant, so when she came home to die, he was the one that knew what to do.  I didn't.

The years passed, five of them, and he helped me with my garden, he worked on my little farm, and a lot of it was good.  We prepared meals together, partied together, and I never charged him rent. We fell into a routine where he helped me out, and it was okay, until it wasn't.

It was all about I never intended him to stay when he first showed up, and as time went on, I know he resented his dependence on me. He was perhaps afraid to leave, but very trapped in his current existence as well.  It became complicated.

When I finally told him to leave, he owed me money. It didn't matter, and I don't look back.  He was an amazing experience in my life, and I hope nothing but the best for him.

Another chapter in a long life.   We are each responsible for our choices and for the people we admit into our lives, and I have no regrets about the five years that he shared my life.  In many ways, I miss him.