We’re watching the Stanley Cup playoffs – he grabs my hand and says he loves me because I like hockey. I burst into tears. He asks what’s the matter. We talk about his playing hockey for the Army – I asked him about his hockey playing days – he starts to explain and I lose it – tears rolls down my cheeks and puddle on the floor. I try to get up and run – he grabs my hand, “Why are you crying, Hon?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll check email – I have a friend who needs me.”

Tears stream down my face – I run away so he can’t see. He followed me to the living room – “It’s me, isn’t it?”
Dear, God.