Chapter 8

“So? What happened?”

He looked at me. “What do you think? She cut me off totally. And I don’t even blame her, though I did at the time. And it hurt, too. I mean, the feeling of being married—it just went away. I began to doubt everything for my own part, and finally, well, I moved out.”

“Wow!” I murmured.

Matt nodded. “Six months later the divorce papers came. I was living with a guy by that time, just a friend, mostly, or fuck buddy. But I was also back in the bars, all the time. But getting those papers really did it for me. It hit me something deep, the loss—the sense of my own betrayal, my own life being a nightmare of…I don’t know what.” He sighed. “So…I decided to quit.”

“Quit? Quit what?”

“Everything—I mean, everyone. I decided to…you know, ‘join the Foreign Legion’ in a way…so I came up here, to be away from people. From temptation.”

I looked at him. “How did that turn out?”