“I know… its okay… just; I think she needs you right now…” She said kindly to me and I wanted to feel her lips again.

I let out a sigh and looked up for a second. My girlfriend is telling me to be there for my ex wife who screwed me over big fucking time.

“I’ve got nothing to say to her…” I said. “I don’t want to say anything to her…” I said again. Am I being selfish? I think I am.

“I know you’re mad… you’re still hurting… I know Shane… but, she needs you… she doesn’t have anybody else… Except maybe the girl that she brought with her… but it seems like she’s not helping…” she said cleverly to me, and I know she’s right.

“Okay… I don’t know how long this is going to take…” I said.

“It’s okay… I’ll just finish this up and you take your time… okay?” Her hand held my face dearly. I nodded and head back to the living room.

She was still in the same condition. Her cries were loud, it was different than mine. She was breaking down with each tear that rolls down her face. Parts of me were saying ‘Good, let her feel…’ and another part of me felt like I was a complete asshole.

We sat there. The three of us. I didn’t know what to do. I could hear the clacking noise of Alice cooking in the kitchen. Tasha whispered something into Carmen’s ear and she nodded painfully. I saw the pack of cigarette she pulled out and head out of my apartment. Fuck, seeing Carmen like this… I needed a fucking smoke.

After what I felt like ten hours but in reality it was about twenty minutes or so. She stopped. After staring at my ex wife crying for about twenty minutes and it pained me, every seconds and every minutes that goes by. Seeing her cry, although I do not love her anymore. It still pained me.

She wiped her tears with her already wet tissues. I didn’t know what to think for the past twenty minutes. She looked at me completely broken. I secretly wanted to fix her but something in her eyes telling me that she can’t be fixed anymore.