My ex boyfriend's mother died today... I don't know what to do about it, if anything... I haven't shared it with anyone so here's another story for my to project my thoughts and feelings on
Angel stared out the window of the small apartment he shared with his lover, Collins. It was early, he had just left for the last day of class, and already it was a hot, humid day. He glanced over his shoulder again at the newspaper it stared back at him sharing what should be tragic news.
In the obituary section, his ex's mother had died yesterday morning. He should feel bad, right? Someone died. Or should he be happy? He always hated her, that space, immature, personality. But he couldn't feel anything, he was numb.
He asked himself over and over, should I call? We did date for a few years... What would he say if I did? Would he ask about me? Would I rub it in his face how happy Collins and I are and how he held me back? Would I clam up and lie saying I miss him?
the confused thoughts would change each other endlessly.
Why don't I call Mimi and ask her what I should do? Why didn't I tell Collins when I read that this morning? Why haven't I said anything out loud about it? We were bad together, but we ended on good terms. We didn't would because neither of us were emotionally ready.
His mind wandered back to the night they broke up, how he tried to guilt Angel into staying with him for a bit longer. How he was failing college, how he had gained weight and felt unattractive, how his mother's cancer returned and how this could be the time where it kills her.
But Angel stayed strong and left still. He was failing college because be wouldn't go to class, he gained weight because he was too lazy to cook and would stuff himself with junk food until he felt to sick to do anything, and his mother's cancer was beyond his control, so why should he have to stay? He didn't so he left.
what would I say?
He played it out in his head
Oh, hi Rich, sorry to call you out of the blue. I just wanted to send my condolences and make sure you're okay. I'm sorry about you're mother... Oh, that's good to here... me? I've been up to this and that I got back in a relationship... him? U hhh, he's amazing, he's smart and wonderful he lets me be me and try new things. I know you hate them but I finally got my belly button pierced like I wanted, he loves it... and oh, yea sorry... No, no.
that's horrible I can't go on about how great my life is now.
Hours went by practically unnoticed as he played out different scenes.
maybe I should call Collins and see how he feels about this and what he thinks...
He walked toward the phone and hesitated.
or I can just call rich and say sorry then never have to worry about this again? Or I can just say nothing
Collins or Rich? Collins or Rich?
He picked up the phone nervously not sure of who he was going to call, there wasn't a way this could end bad so why was he so scared. He dialed one of the boy's numbers and waited...
ring
RING
RIIIIIIIIIINNNG
The other line finally picked up, "Hello?"
The ending is kinda left open... if anyone has advice for what I should do or say let me know
