Trevor shook his head.
“Wasn’t really possible back then. And I think even if it was, it
wouldn’t have solved the main problem. So anyway, we got home that
night, and I told Gary I was setting him free. We argued, ended up
sleeping in separate beds. But…deep down we both knew it was the
right thing.”
“Lisa had met someone
else, but she wasn’t too happy with him. Within six months of Gary
moving out he was engaged to Lisa. About a year after that they
were married with a kid on the way. I got an invite to the wedding.
I went but couldn’t stay. I know it’s customary to cry at weddings,
though I don’t think the custom extends to ex-boyfriends of the
groom.
“Now and again I’d see
Gary around town pushing his daughter in her push-chair. We’d say
hello, but I needed to keep a distance, to, well, keep myself sane.
I’d just come out of the supermarket one day, trolley full of the
weekly shopping when I almost ran into a double-buggy thing. Gary