I just spoke with my drunken former boyfriend on the phone. Then I looked out the window and saw that dark, dark, cloud outside. It seemed so appropriate.
He was crying. He said the worst thing that could happen had just happened. Well, in my world, the worst thing that could happen would be that a loved one died. I got so scared as I listened to him sob. I thought that it must be one of his kids... his dad is so old that I couldn't imagine him carrying on so.
Then he told me that he can't live in the house that he just bought because of his DUI convictions. Apparently the community association has rules - or something - that prohibits a convicted felon from living there.
Well, a kind person might have commiserated with him. A kind person might have sympathized. But he didn't call a kind person, he called me. And when he asked me what I would do I told him what I wouldn't do. "I wouldn't get fucking drunk and cry like a baby." And I went on to tell him that he scared the crap out of me - I thought someone died.
He hung up on me. Thank God.