Met Henry at Starbucks for cafecito.
I spent the day with T. Things were up and down. Needed some respite. Henry and I live a mile apart. Starbucks is our oasis.
“What the fuck is going on with you man?”
I confess the divorce. Expecting a classic ‘hang in there, don’t quit 20 years’ speech.
“Good for you.” Fist bump.
He goes on to explain how our situation is obvious from the outside from the perspective of countless double dates with he and his wife (‘S’).
I’m an only child. Self-centered is one of my top flaws.
“oh yeah, S and I have been betting how long it was gonna take, and who’ll make the move first.”
“what do you mean by obvious?”
“you guys are disconnected. You don’t even hold hands.”
“Don’t worry, were gonna side with you. You will definitely get us in the divorce. If you need the couch let me know.”
I am a blind idiot.