Yesterday morning as I was heading out the door, doing my typical dance routine in shooing this crazy dog that has the insatiable need to jump all over me, I noticed that Donna was sitting on a bench in the backyard.
Donna is my landlord. I don't see her much since I work days and she works as a waitress by night.
So I waved to Donna and just started the idle chit-chat:
"Hi Donna, how goes the work these days?"
"Actually Nate, I haven't been going to work these past couple evenings. I don't know if you heard or not, but I kicked David out of the house this week..."
I could tell Donna was having it rough, so I put my stuff back in the house and sat down next to her.
She looked like a wreck. I could tell that she was half numb and half distraught. I knew that look.
We sat down together and I tried to listen as she expressed her contempt for a man that was involved in a little emotional infidelity with a long-time acquaintance on Facebook. Donna just happened to catch him when he had left his e-mail open.
Deja Vu.
Waves of emotion came and went over the new few minutes. Anger, confusion, bitterness, fear...all of it in one small moment. I understood how she felt and I knew exactly what to do.
I slide closer to her and I extended my arm out and gave her a hug. I know that spot where she is at. The spot where your whole world just flipped upside down and you're not sure what tomorrow will bring.
We sat and talked for a little while.
We discussed the fate of marriage, men and why they do stupid things, the idea of being alone and knowing when to quit when things go bad. It was actually a bit therapeutic.
Selfishly speaking, I just hope we can work together to make ends meet. I kinda like my little apartment.
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