Advice

Picking up the phone, I text Troy, hoping he has space for me for a few days. I can go to my apartment, but I know Rebecca will be there still.

Troy replies, I know I am welcome, but I always like to ask. Driving, I meet him at the pub local to him, walking in I sit getting a drink. I should talk to Jackson about this.

He at least knows what I am like. Sure, Troy knows but not like Jackson. Sitting drinking, Troy walks in, he is happy, and I am ready to burden him with my life.

“Maria?” He looks at me as he sits down, ordering his own drink.

“Do you ever wonder if you made the right choices at the beginning of the relationship that led to now?” I look at him my question waiting for an answer.

He shakes his head. “Never mind asking me questions. What has happened?” I wish he was Jackson, Jackson would understand more, but I don’t want to pull him away from the new life he has.

“I gave up Rebecca, I can’t get someone else out of my mind. Today, though, standing with Maria, she was gone,