Today I am working on the back yard with mom and dad, doing laundry, and working out. In my life, I'm writing more, and reading more, and trying every day to work a little harder at my little retail gig so that I don't get fired. I have a fear of getting fired. It's because I've been fired a lot.

I think about Luke less frequently. Things ended abruptly one night, when it was just about that time of the week for him to call. So he did.

"Hey, you," I smiled.

"Hey. I've got some bad news."

I listened to the reason he gave why he couldn't see me anymore. Listen, I knew this whole thing was nuts from the very beginning. And I always knew this had a short shelf life. I was not surprised at all to be having this conversation. The reason he gave me was "Eric asked me not to talk to you ever again. He's going to try to work things out with his girlfriend, but he's asked me to end things with you, because it would be too hard on him."

I didn't believe him, because it sounded crazy. Everything that came out of that man's mouth always sounded crazy. "I love you." "Move in with me." "I'm yours." "I tried to kill myself last year." Some stuff was crazy, but believable. That one was. But this--the whole pretense of his little brother being in love with me too was so drastically fishy. Eric and made a pass at me one night when we were both drunk and I thought Luke had dumped me. I ended it, and then it started again, and then he ended it when I made it pretty clear I didn't want to be his girlfriend--I wanted to be Luke's. "Well, he's not interested," Eric said. "I know," I said. "I realize I'm going to wind up on the losing end. But that's also how I feel." It was the only part of the whole triangle that I liked. Being with Luke.