Page 123 of A Love That Broke Us
Since then, things have been good. Not great, but good. Better than they were. We’re still dancing around the hurt, and the broken trust. He’s struggled with some depression since getting clean. Some days are harder than others. But more and more, he’s becoming himself again, and I’m starting to lean back in.
We celebrated our one-year anniversary and him being one week clean on the same night. We stayed home, and ordered in. Jensen still wasn’t one hundred percent, but we ate, watched a movie, laughed, cuddled. We even had sex. Nothing wild. We used toys to make up for the energy he didn’t have.
He lost a lot of weight during those first two weeks. It’s starting to come back now. Slowly but surely, Jensen’s starting to look like Jensen again.
I smile at the thought. He really is so good-looking, and I can’t wait to see him dressed up tonight. Jensen in a suit? That always does something to me. It reminds me of the first time we had sex after Matt’s birthday party.
I turn the blowdryer off and reach for my makeup bag just as my phone lights up with a text.
Jensen
Hey babe, they overbooked my flight and bumped me to the next one. Fucking bullshit. I’m trying to talk to the gate agent now.
Oh my God. No.
I snatch up my phone and call him. It rings, then goes to voicemail.
He texts me immediately.
Jensen
I’ll call you in a bit. Talking to the agent now.
“Dammit,” I mutter under my breath. This night means so much to me.
Oh my God. When’s the next flight?
I set the phone down, curl my lashes, and apply a coat of mascara with an unsteady hand.
Fifteen minutes later I still haven’t heard from him.
Babe. Did you get it figured out? If you don’t get on a flight in the next hour, we won’t make it in time for the ceremony.
The ceremony doesn’t start until four-thirty, but cocktail hour starts at three-thirty, and the wedding’s in Long Island. With traffic and everything that could go wrong, it’s not looking good.
I’m almost done with my makeup when he finally texts back.
Jensen
It’s not looking good, babe. I’m so pissed. They’ve oversold everything. Greedy fuckers. They can’t get me on a flight until one. I’ll be late. But then I just have to fly back tomorrow for a meeting Monday morning…
I try calling him again, but he doesn’t answer.
Jensen
Sorry, babe. It’s chaos here.
“Ugh!” I grit my teeth, frustration building.
What are you saying? You don’t want to come?
Jensen
You know that’s not it, babe. I want to be there. It just doesn’t make sense. By the time I get there, it’ll be half over and then I just have to turn around and come back.
Is he serious? He’s just… not coming? I’ve been looking forward to this wedding for a year. Zach’s one of my best friends. This is so important to me. And God—a big, fat gay wedding? There’s literally nothing better.
It’s a small wedding too. They splurged on all the things. I’m honored to be invited. Joey’s wearing a velvet suit, and Zach wrote a song for him. He’s singing it during the ceremony. His voice is phenomenal. It’s going to be epic.
