Sixteen years later
He sat on the bench, waiting, just waiting. He had rehearsed this moment over and over again in his head at least a dozen times and it stilldidn’t make sense, still, this was what he wanted...wasn’t it? He still wasn’t sure; he closed his eyes and thought about his wife and child at home - he loved them, of course he did - but every time he thought of them, he just felt miserable and cursed himself for putting them through this and being so weak.’
‘I got your text!’
He blinked and looked up at Adam, four years younger - he had chestnut hair and was very good looking. ‘Hi!’
‘Hi! You alright?’
Richard shook his head. ‘Yes...fine just sit down for a minute will you?’
‘Alright! What’s up?’
‘Adam...you know what day it is?’
‘Oh God! No!’
‘I’m afraid so.’
‘Rich no!’
‘You know what we said!’
‘You mean what yousaid!’
‘Look - most guys would give up after they got married, I said I would end it when my daughter was old enough to be able to figure out what was going on.’
‘How do you know she does?’
‘She’s fifteen Adam!’