I'm broken at the moment.
Yesterday, I talked to Greg.
"How are you?" I said. He sounded odd.
"I'm bad, bad, bad," he said. "Can't explain now, it's too busy, but call me tomorrow and I will."
I worried. And I called today.
"You and I have to take a break," he said. "My ex's dad died. Well, she's not my ex, and now she won't be for awhile."
This is when my heart stopped.
He went on to explain that they've been in the middle of a divorce. She's lived with her folks in another town, with their 4-year-old son, who is autistic. She and her mother can't work because they are severely bipolar. So, her father supports them all, with help from Greg, as much as he can.
The father died the other day, of a heroine overdose. So, all of them have moved into Greg's little apartment. He's supposed to support them all, on a waiter's pay. It's not going to go well, but he's all they've got. The divorce can't happen right now.
"It's not fair," he said. "If I had a choice, I'd be with you. I want to be with you. I have strong feelings for you. I've been falling for you."
He paused. I heard him sigh. "I'll just go ahead and say it. I love you."
This is when my heart broke.
12 hours ago