“No.” I sigh. “I haven’t heard from him.”
“Have you called him?”
“No.”
“How long has it been?”
“Six months or so.” My heart constricts at the mere mention of his name. “Is he okay?” I hold my breath as I wait for his answer.
“He misses you.”
I close my eyes. “Has he said anything?”
“He won’t let me talk about you at all. I have no idea what’s going on with him. He goes fucking psycho if I even mention your name.”
“Is he seeing anyone?” I ask nervously.
“Not that I know of.”
“I left him a letter.” I exhale heavily. “I honestly thought we would work this out, Alex.”
“What did the letter say?”
“Why I left, and how I was giving him space to finalize his past. I told him that I would be here waiting for him with open arms when he did.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Why didn’t you two go to couples therapy?”
“What do you mean?” I frown.
“Well, you had so much to lose, and he was seeing a therapist at the time, so why didn’t you ever go and see the quack with him and get professional help with all this shit? You’re both so stubborn that you can’t see the woods for the trees.”
I frown. “I never thought of that.”
“Well, I was thinking about you the other day, and I wondered.”
“Who is his therapist?” I ask.
“Elliot someone.”
“Yes, I remember.” Hmm, I think for a moment. “I’m going to look this doctor up and maybe call him.”
“It can’t hurt. And hey, why don’t you call Nathan while you’re at it?”
“I’ve nearly called him a million times.” I smile.
“So…why didn’t you?”
“You know why we broke up, right?”
“Yes, it’s the tragic version of Pride and Prejudice.” He sighs.
“Why would you say that?”
“Well, your prejudice and his pride.”