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You’re here because you still have things to do, and it’s going to happen for you.  I mean for crying out loud, Mary Beth just left me one hell of a letter.  She couldn’t even tell me to my face that she was leaving me dude.” I walk to my car and I know it’s happening. For the second time in ten months, the tears are coming again, and I can’t stop them. They are coming and everyone is going to see just how much of a pussy I am. 
    The one thing I didn’t want to happen is happening, and who’s there with me? My brother, my comrade, and for the first time I actually feel a calm like peace come over me as we both cry it out in the front seats of my Mustang. Today is about healing, and I am going to heal, even if it takes time. Whether he knows it or not, Johnson has paid his debt. He just saved my life.
     

 

    Two months have gone by since the day Mary Beth walked out my life. Two months since I stared down the barrel of my 45. Damn, I need to stop listening to Shine Down. I have started seeing a therapist to help me with the depression I have had, and I stopped seeing Sam. She never did forgive me for being an ass at the bar that day and Luke says she’s going through her own things right now. Funny thing is, I really miss Sam lately. She was the sunshine of my days, and she helped me heal some. I never realized it was Sam and not Mary Beth that did that for me, but being alone, my mind didn’t wander to Mary Beth like I expected it to. It was all Sam.  She came in and invaded my thoughts, stole them from me, and turned them into thoughts of her. 
    I often find myself thinking of how her breasts would feel in my hands, and her tongue on my mouth or my cock, and then I have to take matters into my own hand. I’m still trying to get used to not being able to stand in the shower anymore. Man, that shit really sucks. I see Blake every other week. He takes a trip to see me, and we are even talking about going to the graveyard to see the boys.  I rub the pennies in my pocket and smile.  My gramps told me that story when I was younger when we went to visit his fallen comrades. He placed coins on their graves, and they mesmerized me. So when I go to see my brothers’ final resting places, I am going to leave my coins for them. 
    My therapist thinks I should go see Jackson’s parents. They live about four hours from my house and I am thinking about it, but I can’t even go to my own parents’ house.  That woman that birthed me can be quite a handful. I love her, but God she’s smothering me.  Knock Knock . Speak of the devil. I get off the couch and walk to the door, and stand aside as my mother waltzes in.  Her brown hair is fixed perfectly and her clothing is impeccable.  You never expect to see Jennifer Carter without her face on and clothes ironed. My mother irons her freaking underwear for crying out loud.
    “Hey, momma.” I smile and kiss her on the cheek. 
    “Jameson, son really you need to get up and get a job. This sitting around on this couch all day moping isn’t getting you anywhere.” Oh Lord! Here we go. I wonder how long it will be before she realizes I am not even listening to a word she says.  “JAMESON!” Made it two minutes.
    “Ma’am?” I say and sit on the couch again.  She looks at the messy room and looks at the clothes and moves a shirt to sit in the chair.
    “You didn’t listen to a thing I said,” she huffs and rolls her eyes. 
    “Momma, I heard you. You said Uncle Scott wants me to come work for him, and I keep telling you I don’t want to work for Uncle Scott.”  I roll my eyes and she looks sad. 
    “Jameson…” I stop her holding my hand up, knowing where this is going.
    “Not now. I am not trying to disappoint you or dishonor dad, but momma you have got to back off me. You haven’t seen the things I have.   If you had, you would understand why I am so fucked up,” I say and then hear her gasp.
    “JAMESON NATHAN! Do you pray with that