“Girl…he must’ve had movers come and take everything out of here. I mean, there’s no trace of any of this house that was-not even down to a piece of paper! No pictures on the walls, the pool table’s gone…everything…all the way down to the doorstoppers!”
“What?!” I yelled.
“YES.” She asserted.
When she got that out, it was like the realization hit her. She then gasped repeatedly: “Oh God,” and fell to the floor.
“Jill. You sound shocked. I’m gonna let you process it all or I will hang here until you’re ready to talk. But I have like…no words. I’m just as shocked because I don’t know what happened and know that you don’t either. I just don’t know what to say,” I explained.
This was one of those rare moments in friendship lifetimes where you have a friend with a boyfriend who knew no one that you knew and there were zero instances of any degrees’ of separation. Because with a happening like such, if I knew him or anyone he knew-she would’ve been on that phone looking to me for some answers.
I had none.
His takeoff was just weird. It was part cruel, part coward and actually part genius. But I, like her, was clueless-not to mention, this was no random boyfriend-this was her high school boyfriend who, off and on over the years, they’d been reconnect. This time however, he obviously wanted to disconnect for whatever reason.
Jill and I were close such that if he left her for any valid/angry reason (that we knew of) I would have known (most probably)…
