I got home that day and couldn’t concentrate. It was very hard. I called Eddy and Bruce. I blabbed and told them everything that happened.
"I should’ve been there, I’m sure that was pretty intense" he said through the phone. I sat down on the bed and took a big Sip from the glass of water I held hoping it might calm my screaming nerves.
"I honestly don’t know what to think” I said.
Eddy took issue with that "what do you mean you don’t know what to think? You should know exactly what to think”
“What?”
“Honey, that’s a real man right there”
"Huh?” I shook my head. “What the hell are you talking about.”
“Have you ever heard anyone be so brutally honest before?”
“No but what’s that got to do with it?”
"Hello, he’s not perfect and he can admit it out loud. Even if he knows it will ma
