A good soap opera. I talked to Bruce about these things and with each story, he'd respond by putting his arm around me and telling me he'd wait while I sorted things out. And then he would read to me. I wanted the old habits of popcorn, movies and gossip back. It was so much easier.
Old habits die hard.
Bruce looked at me with sadness, more for me than himself. He knew, and I knew then, I was making a mistake. Years went by. Every time I came home for Christmas, I looked him up and went over for a visit with him and his family. I knew just by the way his family behaved that Bruce had forgiven me for my mistake.