A passerby spied me sitting there and must have took pity on me. He approached and asked if I was okay. I replied, “No I’m not, I have nothing to live for.” “Everyone has something to live for,” he responded. I don’t know why, but I began spilling out my story to this complete stranger, and he listened patiently. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. He held me in his embrace and softly stroked my head, as I sobbed. After telling him my story and that I had no where to go, he said, “You can come home with me, if you like.” How could I refuse his kind offer, and I said, “Thank you kind sir.” I was shocked when he took me to his apartment in a building with a doorman. After entering his apartment, he said, I think you could use a shower bath. He ushered me into a large bathroom, off the master bedroom, and said remove your clothes and climb in the shower. Doing as he said, I was feeling the affects of the hot water shooting down on me when I felt him begin to bathe. I looked around. Ji was gone. She probably bailed when the screaming started. It felt like a light switch had flipped on my life.“I thought Lavi wanted to still do the sewing at her mom’s house.” I said it to no one because no one else was there.It was quiet and I imagined I could hear the pain of my chest beating and my arm throbbing. I walked through the house. My house was largely unchanged since they moved in. Melissa had gotten me a new couch and there were a few new pictures on the wall, some clothes in closets upstairs. Everything was still comfortably familiar. God, I was a fucking idiot.Why did she have to be such a bitch about it though? Why couldn’t she talk to me!? I found myself punching the wall and stared at the little hole I made. There, there was a change. Fuck, I’d have to patch that. Maybe I wasn’t that different from my father. My shoulder throbbed. I kept forgetting this was Melissa’s first real relationship. What was my excuse? I remembered other fights in the.
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