I almost forgot to tell you:
Late at night I got a phone call from a friend, a slightly drunk, borderline hysterical, and incredibly close friend. Yes, it was boy drama (but seriously, her life is more dramatic than any reality series of watched – if only I could tell you the stories).
When she calmed down enough to tell me what happened it was my turn for hysterics. I choked. I couldn’t really breathe, and I certainly couldn’t formulate complete sentences.
I dashed outside (so not to disturb a studying Ben), without any shoes on, sobbing “How could he! What was he thinking? I just … I wish I could… I can’t believe…”
I almost failed to notice the neighbors who witnessed my sobbing exit from our apartment.
The next afternoon we were headed for a weekend getaway. I was to pick up Ben from work. I walked out of the apartment and almost failed to notice those same neighbors witness me leaving the apartment, a little more composed, all alone, suitecase in tow.
I promise, it wasn’t what it looked like.