"Nothing will change between us," he said, as he left to pick out flatware. I'm speechless by his sudden departure, knowing that nothing will be the same again ... at least not while Bev is in the picture. After all, it was Denny who said the problem with wives was that they never let you play with your friends. And here he was, getting married again.
I stare at his empty chair, longing for what I've lost here tonight ... contemplating my options. In the end, I must let him go ... then be there for him, if his world should suddenly crumble.