M A Y S O N
For over an hour I have been sitting in the boys' locker room of Oxford University staring at the Varsity American Football quarterback, Hunter Brooks, talking with him about his relationship with his stepbrother who was my boyfriend no more than twenty-four hours ago. Although he had educated me about their history and given an explanation for Tyler’s actions, I still couldn't forgive Tyler enough to go straight back to him. I still needed some time away. The fact that Hunter wasn't his brother and was just another boy made it worse for me. I couldn’t put it into words and explain it, but it just did. Hunter was giving me comfort when Tyler couldn't and when I didn't want it from Tyler. In a way, Hunter was my connection to him without being near him. In a way I was using Hu
