Chapter 135

To say that this morning sucks ass would be an understatement. The first problem declared itself as soon as I tried to open my crusted-up eyes. The finger of sunlight creeping around the edges of the drapes was so bright it felt like a grenade going off in front of my face. My mouth was dry and furry, my head pounding, and I could smell my own sour Scotch breath. Classy None of that even compared to the dumpster truck of pain that landed on top of me as soon as I was fully awake. Amber running away from the wedding, then crying on a rain-soaked street. Amber asking for a divorce. Shit. Is that still what she wants in the cold light of day? Do I have any chance of talking her out of it? And really, truly … Should I even try to talk her out of it? I press a pillow over my sore head, feeling sick in every possible way. I love my wife. I have never stopped loving her. But somewhere along the line, I stopped fighting for her. I’ve taken solace in my work, in my family, in my life outside m