It was raining heavily outside. Bruce looked out the window and wondered
about Amy. She was probably having the time of her life at the reception.
He was happy for her. All he wanted was her happiness. Well that's what he
said to himself anyway.
Bruce served himself more Hennessey. The alcohol numbed him somewhat. He wondered how the wedding went. He hoped Amy wasn't too devastated by him not showing. What a liar! –He hoped she was so distraught that she didn't go through with it.
What?! Where did that come from? All he wanted was for Amy to be happy. She deserved it. But she was never going to find happiness with Stuart Collins. Bruce knew Amy had reservations before the wedding. He tried to get her to talk, but something always distracted them. He asked Amy on many occasions if she really saw herself marrying Stu, was it what 'she' wanted...He wished he would've gotten an answer to at least one of those questions.
He was consumed with distress. He should've stopped the wedding. He should've been there and told Amy she was making a mistake. How could he let her go through with it? He knew the pain that she had gone through with Michael. What kind of friend would let her make the same mistake twice? Amy deserved so much more but now she was stuck with a loser husband and a loser friend.
If she still even considered him her friend. Bruce thought about his day: He got dressed in that stupid skirt. Oh the things he would do for Amy! Bruce sat in that get up as he called Sean. "Tell Amy I can't make it to her wedding. I've got a bad migraine I can't shake. Tell her I'm sorry and wish for her happiness. I look forward to seeing her when she gets back."
LIAR! No migraine, just a headache from a hangover and sleepless night. This is what happens when one sits up drinking trying to numb the pain. The pain he was feeling knowing that Amy was marrying Stu. The love of his life was marrying someone else. Did he just acknowledge that he was in love with Amy?
Now another sleepless night, but he was about to run out of alcohol. Thank God Rebecca was gone for the weekend. Poor Rebecca had looked forward to seeing the wedding, but Bruce told her she couldn't go. He insisted that she wouldn't enjoy herself there and he didn't want to deal with her attitude later when she was having a lousy time. Bruce finally bribed her by giving her money to spend while she stayed with her aunt. He knew all along he couldn't be at Amy's wedding.
Bruce missed Amy. It pained him even more knowing that things would be different now that she was married. Or would it? When Jarred died, who did Amy look for comfort? It wasn't Stu. She always came to Bruce. He could have her in his life but never completely have her.
He remembered how he tried to distance himself from her in the beginning. How he tried to keep things professional. Amy was emotionally all over the map. He remembered thinking she was not judge material, always needy and insecure. But she proved him wrong quickly. Amy surprised Bruce at how seriously she took her job. She was dedicated in helping children and families. He never saw her roll over, even when her hand was being forced. She stood up for herself and him on countless occasions, even against his request.
Bruce remembered how Amy spoke about him. He never knew she regarded him in that manner until she spoke at his trial. He fell in love with her right then. Well at the time, he couldn't name it love. Bruce knew that he viewed Amy differently; she made him feel different. Now Bruce recognized that her speech in court made him fall in love with her.
All Bruce wanted in a woman was someone who believed in him... Respected him... Make him feel needed... Wanted. –All the same things Amy wanted. They were two lost souls; right in front of each other, but lost. Amy was afraid that Bruce would reject her. Bruce was afraid that an interracial relationship would be too difficult to maintain.
He hated the stigma that followed black men involved with white women. He questioned whether the relationship would be good for Rebecca. All superficial fears; he knew Amy was an amazing woman. She wouldn't give a second thought to the ignorance of others. She had a lot to offer Rebecca; she was already a dedicated mother.
Well let's not forget that Bruce was Amy's subordinate. How could Amy take him seriously? "Amy I love you. Will you lower your standards to go out with me? Don't worry, one day I'll get my degree and I'll be able to give you the things you deserve." How could Bruce think that? Amy didn't care about money; she left a promising career in NYC. She just wanted to be happy. Amy left Michael and money to be happy.
Bruce could make her happy. He knew her all too well. He spent five days a week with her. He knew what her days were like. They had even spent numerous days off together, sometimes with their daughters. Bruce could read when Amy was happy... or sad... or angry... or frustrated; she was an open book to him. He was good at consoling Amy. Bruce remembered all the times she fell into his arms. He never let go first.
The Hennessey was finished. Maybe it's true that answers are not at the bottom of a bottle, but Bruce couldn't deal. He would have to go out and buy more alcohol. He had to drown Amy out of his mind. He went to brush his teeth, in attempts to mask the smell of cognac on his breath. Bruce spilled toothpaste on his shirt. He took it off and searched for another one. Just then, his door bell rang. Bruce moaned in disapproval; he wasn't in the mood for company.
The door bell rang repeatedly. Bruce was livid. Who ever was on the other side of that door did not know the fervor contained inside. Bruce walked with a fury through his apartment to answer the door.
"There better be a goddamn fire in–"
"I see you got rid of your headache."
Bruce served himself more Hennessey. The alcohol numbed him somewhat. He wondered how the wedding went. He hoped Amy wasn't too devastated by him not showing. What a liar! –He hoped she was so distraught that she didn't go through with it.
What?! Where did that come from? All he wanted was for Amy to be happy. She deserved it. But she was never going to find happiness with Stuart Collins. Bruce knew Amy had reservations before the wedding. He tried to get her to talk, but something always distracted them. He asked Amy on many occasions if she really saw herself marrying Stu, was it what 'she' wanted...He wished he would've gotten an answer to at least one of those questions.
He was consumed with distress. He should've stopped the wedding. He should've been there and told Amy she was making a mistake. How could he let her go through with it? He knew the pain that she had gone through with Michael. What kind of friend would let her make the same mistake twice? Amy deserved so much more but now she was stuck with a loser husband and a loser friend.
If she still even considered him her friend. Bruce thought about his day: He got dressed in that stupid skirt. Oh the things he would do for Amy! Bruce sat in that get up as he called Sean. "Tell Amy I can't make it to her wedding. I've got a bad migraine I can't shake. Tell her I'm sorry and wish for her happiness. I look forward to seeing her when she gets back."
LIAR! No migraine, just a headache from a hangover and sleepless night. This is what happens when one sits up drinking trying to numb the pain. The pain he was feeling knowing that Amy was marrying Stu. The love of his life was marrying someone else. Did he just acknowledge that he was in love with Amy?
Now another sleepless night, but he was about to run out of alcohol. Thank God Rebecca was gone for the weekend. Poor Rebecca had looked forward to seeing the wedding, but Bruce told her she couldn't go. He insisted that she wouldn't enjoy herself there and he didn't want to deal with her attitude later when she was having a lousy time. Bruce finally bribed her by giving her money to spend while she stayed with her aunt. He knew all along he couldn't be at Amy's wedding.
Bruce missed Amy. It pained him even more knowing that things would be different now that she was married. Or would it? When Jarred died, who did Amy look for comfort? It wasn't Stu. She always came to Bruce. He could have her in his life but never completely have her.
He remembered how he tried to distance himself from her in the beginning. How he tried to keep things professional. Amy was emotionally all over the map. He remembered thinking she was not judge material, always needy and insecure. But she proved him wrong quickly. Amy surprised Bruce at how seriously she took her job. She was dedicated in helping children and families. He never saw her roll over, even when her hand was being forced. She stood up for herself and him on countless occasions, even against his request.
Bruce remembered how Amy spoke about him. He never knew she regarded him in that manner until she spoke at his trial. He fell in love with her right then. Well at the time, he couldn't name it love. Bruce knew that he viewed Amy differently; she made him feel different. Now Bruce recognized that her speech in court made him fall in love with her.
All Bruce wanted in a woman was someone who believed in him... Respected him... Make him feel needed... Wanted. –All the same things Amy wanted. They were two lost souls; right in front of each other, but lost. Amy was afraid that Bruce would reject her. Bruce was afraid that an interracial relationship would be too difficult to maintain.
He hated the stigma that followed black men involved with white women. He questioned whether the relationship would be good for Rebecca. All superficial fears; he knew Amy was an amazing woman. She wouldn't give a second thought to the ignorance of others. She had a lot to offer Rebecca; she was already a dedicated mother.
Well let's not forget that Bruce was Amy's subordinate. How could Amy take him seriously? "Amy I love you. Will you lower your standards to go out with me? Don't worry, one day I'll get my degree and I'll be able to give you the things you deserve." How could Bruce think that? Amy didn't care about money; she left a promising career in NYC. She just wanted to be happy. Amy left Michael and money to be happy.
Bruce could make her happy. He knew her all too well. He spent five days a week with her. He knew what her days were like. They had even spent numerous days off together, sometimes with their daughters. Bruce could read when Amy was happy... or sad... or angry... or frustrated; she was an open book to him. He was good at consoling Amy. Bruce remembered all the times she fell into his arms. He never let go first.
The Hennessey was finished. Maybe it's true that answers are not at the bottom of a bottle, but Bruce couldn't deal. He would have to go out and buy more alcohol. He had to drown Amy out of his mind. He went to brush his teeth, in attempts to mask the smell of cognac on his breath. Bruce spilled toothpaste on his shirt. He took it off and searched for another one. Just then, his door bell rang. Bruce moaned in disapproval; he wasn't in the mood for company.
The door bell rang repeatedly. Bruce was livid. Who ever was on the other side of that door did not know the fervor contained inside. Bruce walked with a fury through his apartment to answer the door.
"There better be a goddamn fire in–"
"I see you got rid of your headache."