Top Blogs: MIKE IN BRAZIL had a huge screaming match in the middle of the night (She came home from her shift as a nurse and found him getting high with her son sitting right next to him. Like I said, he was an asshole, and stupid, at that!). The next day, he moved out. That night, I could hear her crying down stairs.
Over time, we would run into each other, and talk as neighbors do. One Friday, I saw her son's father come by, and pick him up. I saw her a few minutes after that, and she told me that he was taking their son for the weekend, and she lamented that for the first time in months, she was alone for the weekend, didn't have to work, and had no plans at all. I told her that I was in the same boat, and, if she wanted, she could come upstairs and enjoy a bottle of wine or two with me, and we could be alone together.
