He's home ... still hasn't called me ... our mutual friend who has tried her best to keep us both sane talked to him for a while ...
Nothing has changed ... he's still confused, still "in love" with the OO, had a decent time in Florida, drove back with the OO and son and had visions of what their future could be like ... driving on a sunny day in a convertible with the top down and Stevie Wonder playing on the radio ...
Why can't he remember that we had dreams like that too? That we had dreams of having our own children? Why does he think it would be better to be an every-other-weekend stepdad to someone else's?
And ... he's not calling me because he doesn't know what to say ...
And I keep thinking I have no tears left anymore ...
