With my own mother being so distant—both physically and emotionally—the warm, easy relationship with Will’s mom was something that I had grown to cherish.“Jesse,” she said in greeting. “I’ve got good news.”“Yeah? I could do with some,” I said. She knew that Will and I were having troubles, of course, but had managed to stay relatively impartial.“Are you busy tomorrow morning? I could stop by before I go to meet the girls at the mall.”I had no plans for my Saturday, so it suited me just fine. After agreeing to meet for coffee and bagels, I hung up feeling slightly lighter.The arrangement for Will to sleep in the guest room continued—an unspoken agreement that it would remain this way until we were ready to make the next step. I still felt his betrayal deeply. It was more than losing my Dom, more even than losing my partner. I was finding it hard to come to terms with the fact that I had almost lost my best friend.That wasn’t to say we weren’t making steps forward.
What do You think about Of Being Yours[another Way 2]?
