......As I am sobering up with the thought of breaking up a marriage, Brad is quite inebriated and staggering towards our room, singing to himself and...happy. He looks back at me and leers at me, smiling as he bangs into a picture frame on the wall.............`You owe me` he says, and I know what he means/wants/deserves and I am going to oblige. This delightful man who lets me play around deserves a special treat too! I grab his forearm to steady him before he falls onto our bed, the room. Jack Daniels had become his best friend.He stared into the tumbler, feeling emotions so long denied come to life. Anger, hurt, and confusion of his own pulsed through him. He threw the glass as hard as he could, wishing that the shattering of glass could heal him, heal them. He knew she was gone, knew he'd pushed her away so that he could protect his heart. He'd built such a wall around himself, he didn't know if even he could figure out the way through.Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love. But, that only time would tell. As for me, time to get on with my life, my new life. I had to find myself a new family; to me, family was everything—at least it had been.And what of my new life? All of the old hangouts and common threads that had once tied Henry and I together were history now. I couldn't compete with his money and any friends of his were going to be automatically enemies of mine, no discussion no compromise. So, new habits, new haunts, new social circles, new unlisted phone,. Youpush forward. You told me how overwhelmed you are with the whole collegeapplication thing. I don't see you quitting."Zoey sighed out of annoyance at the mention of her college aspirations."What?" Lance raised his eyebrow. "You haven't picked a college yet?" Ugh," Zoey grunted. "You too?" I remember you hadn't a few weeks ago, I assumed-" Like I said before. I put in all of this work, but I'm not even sure whyI'm doing it." You don't want to go to college?" I do. But, I dunno. My parents -.