January 21st, 2012
I’m sitting in a pub with some of Dan’s oldest friends. They’re all lovely but I’m feeling pretty awkward right now. They all knew his wife, of course, and it’s all I can do to keep from asking them “what was she like? What were they like together? Did you think he was happy with her?”
I’m torn between wanting to know the answers and dreading them. Which is ridiculous because I don’t doubt for a second that he loves me. But still, I feel slightly weird tonight.
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eastendbitch said:
And again, I know how you feel… No wife in my story but the rest is pretty familiar. I just hang on to those last words of Bill Murray in ‘Broken Flowers’. They tend to help.
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