In the almost four months since I left Molly, I thought about nothing except the idea that someday she would be here with me and all the beautiful things we would do together. The phone calls that were once exciting and hopeful are now filled with apologies and silence. Molly kept saying how sorry she was that things weren’t moving faster. Tony was adamant about not signing the divorce papers. Saying if they would only have a sit-down, he could convince her to give him another chance.
I kept telling her I’d wait for as long as it took. Her lawyer said it could be settled before the year was over. (I’m hopeful.) Meanwhile, I’m trying to stay firm in my commitment to her, but I feel I’m at a crossroads. This thing with Mila was confusing. I had feelings for her, and although it’s not loving
