“Hi, babe.” Bud’s quiet and unenthusiastic greeting only served to make David more determined.
“Bud. Come sit with me in the den, I’ve got something I need to tell you.”
Bud nodded before following him into the room, which David considered to be the most comfortable and least formal space in the public part of the house. Sitting on the loveseat, David indicated to Bud to sit next to him.
“This…situation can’t go on. You’re unhappy, which makes me unhappy.”
“I’m sorry, but I—”
Squeezing Bud’s hand in reassurance, David said, “I know.” Looking into the brown eyes that were usually so full of life and laughter, David only saw pain and unhappiness. “Bud, I’ve come to a decision. And oh, God, it’s the most difficult decision I’ve ever had to make. But deep down I know it’s the right one.”
“What?”
“Bud, I want to break up with you.”