spent with Mona in this very kitchen.
“I think I’ll stay here tonight Mark. I’ll come over tomorrow.”
“Do you want me to stay with you?” he asks and for a moment I almost say yes.
“It’s ok. Just send me a text when you’re off work and I’ll meet you at your place.”
“Our place,” he winks at me. “Ok, if you’re sure. Call me if you get lonely.”
I thank him again for the help and once again I am left alone. My room is almost empty except for the furniture , and that’s when reality hits. I am moving, Mona is getting married, and our lives will never be the same. It is time to grow up and I don’t think I am ready. Am I? Are we ever ready to grow up? How can I grow up when I can’t even keep a job?
I pick up my phone to send Mona a quick text, wondering if she is still awake. Five minutes later I get her reply.
Mona – hey
Me – I hope I didn’t wake you
Mona – nah I was just packing. I’ll be home tomorrow.
Me – I packed all my stuff and Mark took it to his place.
As soon as I hit send my cell rings scaring the crap out of me. “Hello?”
“What do you mean you packed already? We have two more weeks on the lease.”
She sounds upset and I wonder why. I mean she’s moving too, so I don’t see what the problem is with me moving first? She’s the reason I had to move in the first place. Plus almost every night she’s at Jon’s leaving me alone , so what the hell was her problem?
“Well I didn’t see the point in prolonging the inevitable. You’re at Jon’s most of the time now and I know the next two weeks are going to be crazy , so I figured it would be easier if I just moved now. As in tomorrow.”
“So are we still celebrating Thanksgiving together? I just told my parents I had plans already because I didn’t want you to be alone.” Even over the phone I can tell she’s pouting.
“Mona we’re still going to be together on Thanksgiving. I’ll come and cook here or you can always come over to Mark’s. Nothing has changed and it never will.” I knew that was a lie. Everything was changing. “Look I’ll pick you up from the airport tomorrow and we’ll talk some more. Go get some sleep, ok? Don’t worry about anything. You know I love you and that will never change, no matter where we live.”
“Fine, I guess. See you tomorrow Birdie.”
That went well, if I do say so myself. I check the doors one last time, and after a quick shower, I go to bed and pray sleep will come.
MARK
I was one lucky bastard. I had to be. I wanted to find a way to spend more time with her and I was getting my wish . She was actually going to be living with me. In my fucking house. This was just too good to be true. Someone above was looking out for me and giving me a chance with Birdie. I was going to grab that chance with both hands and hold for dear life. I drove home with a big smile on my face. I knew that once Jon found out he was going to give me shit about it and boy was I right.
“Dude are you stupid or are you stupid? How can you ask her to move in with you?”
“Well hello to you too.” I wait a few seconds and when he doesn’t say anything I just keep going. “Ok which part of she lost her job and needs a place to stay don’t you get? I know you’re getting married and everything is perfect in your world right now, but I was not going to let her stress out more than she already was. Besides you are the one that always said I should tell her how I feel. Go for what you want in life and shit. Remember?” I was getting really annoyed at having to explain myself.
“Do I need to tell you that if you hurt her , I’ll freaking break every bone in your body? She’s been through so much, Mark, and you know it. Shit I worry about both of you. One of you is going to get hurt and it’s going to suck for all of us.”
“Listen no one is going to get hurt, I would kick my own ass before I’d let
“I think I’ll stay here tonight Mark. I’ll come over tomorrow.”
“Do you want me to stay with you?” he asks and for a moment I almost say yes.
“It’s ok. Just send me a text when you’re off work and I’ll meet you at your place.”
“Our place,” he winks at me. “Ok, if you’re sure. Call me if you get lonely.”
I thank him again for the help and once again I am left alone. My room is almost empty except for the furniture , and that’s when reality hits. I am moving, Mona is getting married, and our lives will never be the same. It is time to grow up and I don’t think I am ready. Am I? Are we ever ready to grow up? How can I grow up when I can’t even keep a job?
I pick up my phone to send Mona a quick text, wondering if she is still awake. Five minutes later I get her reply.
Mona – hey
Me – I hope I didn’t wake you
Mona – nah I was just packing. I’ll be home tomorrow.
Me – I packed all my stuff and Mark took it to his place.
As soon as I hit send my cell rings scaring the crap out of me. “Hello?”
“What do you mean you packed already? We have two more weeks on the lease.”
She sounds upset and I wonder why. I mean she’s moving too, so I don’t see what the problem is with me moving first? She’s the reason I had to move in the first place. Plus almost every night she’s at Jon’s leaving me alone , so what the hell was her problem?
“Well I didn’t see the point in prolonging the inevitable. You’re at Jon’s most of the time now and I know the next two weeks are going to be crazy , so I figured it would be easier if I just moved now. As in tomorrow.”
“So are we still celebrating Thanksgiving together? I just told my parents I had plans already because I didn’t want you to be alone.” Even over the phone I can tell she’s pouting.
“Mona we’re still going to be together on Thanksgiving. I’ll come and cook here or you can always come over to Mark’s. Nothing has changed and it never will.” I knew that was a lie. Everything was changing. “Look I’ll pick you up from the airport tomorrow and we’ll talk some more. Go get some sleep, ok? Don’t worry about anything. You know I love you and that will never change, no matter where we live.”
“Fine, I guess. See you tomorrow Birdie.”
That went well, if I do say so myself. I check the doors one last time, and after a quick shower, I go to bed and pray sleep will come.
MARK
I was one lucky bastard. I had to be. I wanted to find a way to spend more time with her and I was getting my wish . She was actually going to be living with me. In my fucking house. This was just too good to be true. Someone above was looking out for me and giving me a chance with Birdie. I was going to grab that chance with both hands and hold for dear life. I drove home with a big smile on my face. I knew that once Jon found out he was going to give me shit about it and boy was I right.
“Dude are you stupid or are you stupid? How can you ask her to move in with you?”
“Well hello to you too.” I wait a few seconds and when he doesn’t say anything I just keep going. “Ok which part of she lost her job and needs a place to stay don’t you get? I know you’re getting married and everything is perfect in your world right now, but I was not going to let her stress out more than she already was. Besides you are the one that always said I should tell her how I feel. Go for what you want in life and shit. Remember?” I was getting really annoyed at having to explain myself.
“Do I need to tell you that if you hurt her , I’ll freaking break every bone in your body? She’s been through so much, Mark, and you know it. Shit I worry about both of you. One of you is going to get hurt and it’s going to suck for all of us.”
“Listen no one is going to get hurt, I would kick my own ass before I’d let
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