‎‎”I’m doing better Lucinda has let me tag along to her meetings,” he said. “It’s hard but I’m staying clean.”‎‎”Good for you,...so what can I do for you two?” I asked.‎‎”It’s more what we can do for each other,” Lucinda said.‎‎”Don’t even try to explain that till I heat some coffee,” I said.‎Lucinda and Gerome occupied the only two chairs in the house. I carried my thermos of coffee from the microwave to my bed where I sat down.‎‎”Are you ready to talk yet?” Lucinda asked.‎‎”Okay, so what’s so. "Sounds like a plan to me." Inside the shop I blinked in the bright light and looked around, the smell of coffee and cake filled the air. A man behind the counter looked up as we came in, a half frown on his face, that quickly turned to a crooked grin that crinkled the corners of his hazel eyes and made my heart beat faster. "I was just closing up," he said "but I guess I it wouldn't hurt if you two had something while I clean up."His eyes slid over me approvingly as I thanked him and I felt a. So later on I didn't know how to tell my buddy what I saw so one day he asked me what's wrong and I told him and I said I thought he was married but my buddy said he is and that my dad is bi but I'm not as time went on we grew apart and lost touch but one day I saw his dad out at in a store and we caught up with old times and everything then he asked if he could pick me up sometime and go off I said sure well months pasted nothing then one day he came by and wanted me to go off I said yes well. I wish when I got married that there was some sort of manual to tell me when a marriage goes bad. My name is Chris and I was always taught that when a man gets married he is expected to do whatever it takes to provide for his family. I know nowadays that has changed somewhat as I see many more working couples or the woman as the main bread winner. When Stacy and I got married I was the one with a good job and a bright future at the company I work for.Now my job did require me to work some late.