Michael
I can't stand another minute in this house, knowing that my parents and my wife, the wife I despised, are here.
The guilt is eating away at me little by little.
With the little sanity I have left, I go to the only person who will confirm what a crappy son I am, my friend Dan.
I don't feel capable of facing Loren, I feel like... ending the non-existent relationship with her, kicking her out of Chicago... and a thousand other ideas.
When I arrive at the apartment complex, without announcing myself, I go straight to my friend's apartment.
"I can't drink," Dan tells me as he opens the door.
"I didn't come here for that," I say, annoyed, more because I think a drink would do me good.
He lets out an annoyed huff, especially when he sees me walk straight to the bar he just install
