“I talked to someone who works with your ex’s girlfriend,” my friend said.
“Really? And?”
“She is acting all excited saying he bought a new car and they are all moving to Canada – together.”
My face lit up and then crumbled all at once. Certainly, it must have. I can’t hide anything. It’s annoying. Hearing that felt something like this: conflicted excitement that he’ll finally be completely gone instead of partially gone and then total horror at the idea of him taking them with him – his girlfriend and her six-year-old son.
“When?” I asked.
“She said it would be in a few weeks or something.”
I called Benjamin’s father later this afternoon. Small talk first – brief small talk – and then:
“So? Have you been thinking about Canada? Have you made up your mind?”
“I can’t talk right now. We’re really busy.”
“Well, call me back when you get off. I want to talk about this.”
Still no call.
Just waiting now in the quiet of our apartment. I’m at the precipice, looking over and wondering what’s on the other side. [click to continue…]
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