this morning #1269.

this morning, when i saw his number come up on my phone, i should have let the call go through to voicemail. hindsight’s twenty-twenty. it’s funny how i never realize that until after the fact. because it was my birthday, i guess my brain tricked me into thinking that this time would be different. convinced me that this was my day so this time, his call had to be about me. the memory of his last two dozen calls had faded away. i’d slipped into amnesia mode. after a quick, sufficient birthday wish, he slipped into a sob story. i listened like i always do. if i can’t do anything else for him, i can at least do that. i mean, i always do more than just listen but this time would have to be different.