First, thanks for all the comments! This one was a little hard for me because I had an Ethan in my life till recently and though we had a relationship a lot longer than two weeks and it wasn't a woman he left me for, it still happened. Much of the bar scene is verbatim from conversations. Just FYI. "Writing is therapy for poor people" - Dagan732
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The weekend dawned and the sun pushed it's way into the darkness of Gabe's room to find him still awake. His eyes were dry but red and puffy and they stared at the ceiling as if trying to divine some mystical answer to his life's problems from the small crack near the light fixture. None was forthcoming. He laid in bed and watched the sunshine brighten and travel across his bedroom walls. He sighed and went to take a shower.
He washed and dressed, ate his morning cereal in front of the t.v. but couldn't even have said what he was watching should he have been asked. He thought a stroll would do him good and while meaning to steer far away from the park bench, ended up there within an hour. He sat on his bench and waited. And waited. And waited. God didn't show up. Gabe didn't know whether to be thankful or irritated that he hadn't. He sat for another hour then continued his walk around town. He barely noticed when Ethan's truck pulled up next to him.
"Gabe." Ethan called. "What are you doing?"
"Taking a walk." Gabe said a little sullenly, feeling petulant and righteous at the same time.
"Trying to find God?"
"No. We got in a fight. I kicked him out of my apartment last night."
"He was at the apartment?"
"Yeah. He brought me Chinese food."
"Are you sure you're ok?" Ethan asked.
"I'm fine."
"Well, why don't you get in? We can take a ride. Go get coffee?"
"Ok." Gabe said after a moment's hesitation.
He hopped in the truck and they sped off to a local coffee shop, placed their orders and sat.
"How was your date?" Gabe asked.
"It was.... ok."
"What was she like?"
"She was.... nice." Ethan answered.
"Nice? Just nice?"
"We only met last night, so yeah, she was nice. Very nice, if you have to know."
"Great." Gabe said. "She was nice. What did you guys do?"
"We went to dinner. We were going to go to DiAngelo's but Barbara knew this little place across town. It was cute." Ethan smiled and Gabe gnashed his teeth.
"That sounds.... nice."
"It was. We talked for hours. She's really great. I think you'd like her."
"Do you?" Gabe asked and noticed that the sarcasm was lost on Ethan.
"We stayed and talked till they closed."
"Then what did you do?" Ethan looked away. "I take it you didn't bring her home and give her a polite kiss goodnight?"
"Not exactly."
"Ah." Gabe felt his coffee rise and churn at the bottom of his esophagus. "So?"
"So what?"
"Did you like it?"
"Gabe, I don't really think that's something we should discuss."
"I'm sorry. I was just trying to be a friend. One who was worried about the decisions you were making about your.... sexual orientation. I'm sorry if I went too far." Gabe said and tried desperately to think of something else they could talk about. "So it's been a little warm for this time of year, hasn't it?"
"I guess." Ethan answered, puzzled at the turn of conversation.
"I tried to tell you the other day, I've got the figures for the investments I've mentioned. If you like we can show them to your father, maybe he'll decide to use the company's money a little more wisely."
"Hold on."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything against your dad, but the money's just sitting there."
"No, Gabe, damn it. Hold on. What the hell just happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm trying to tell you something and you just start talking about the weather and investments and shit. What's with you?"
"I know what you're trying to tell me, Ethan. I get it. This is not my first time getting the `see you later' handshake. You're with Barbara now. Fine. Good. As long as you're happy."
"So, you're not upset?" Ethan asked. `God, the man could be so fucking stupid sometimes,' Gabe thought.
"Sure, I'm a little upset. But whatever. It's good for you that you found someone. I hope you guys will be happy." Gabe smiled and Ethan looked even more confused. "It's too soon to set the big date, right? You're not rushing that one, are you?"
"No. I imagine we'll wait till after the second date at least." Ethan smiled, but still looked like he wasn't sure he knew what was going on.
"That's good. Take a little time and get to know her before asking the question. That way, you'll be sure."
Gabe filled their conversation with enough idle chatter and friendly advice that Ethan didn't know how hurt he was. By the time they left, Ethan felt like they were just two friends having coffee and Gabe felt as if his heart was broken. Gabe smiled as Ethan's truck pulled away, having assured him that he'd rather walk back. Gabe did walk back and crossing the park to his apartment building, noticed someone sitting on his bench. He walked over and sat down.
"I'm sorry, Gabe." God said.
"For what?"
"For your pain."
"You say that a lot."
"As you've pointed out, there's a lot of pain in the world."
"Couldn't you just make it go away? Couldn't you just make everyone happy and not hurt so much?"
"Of course I could." God chuckled. "It would be such an easy thing. Take away everyone's pain and hurt. No more mental illness, no more failures, no more heartache, no more wants and needs,"
"Then do it!" Gabe pleaded.
"No more joys, no more laughter, no more beauty, no more really great days, no more unbelievable successes and triumphs, no more growth."
"All those things would go too?"
"They're part and parcel." God answered and remained silent.
"It's happening again. I'm getting left behind and the one I've chosen is chosing another." God still remained silent. "I don't know what to do. I thought if I helped other people out like you suggested that I'd be happy."
"Are you?"
"Well, yeah. I like helping other people out. But then I met Ethan and I thought he was meant for me."
"No one is meant for anyone. I didn't set it up like that."
"So there's no such thing as a soul mate?"
"Why would there be? Do you think when I made you that I shoved your souls in bodies so you couldn't recognize each other, mixed you all up, threw you all over the world and then said `Go find the one person out of all these people that you're supposed to be with'? What kind of asshole do you think I am?" God asked.
"I don't know. I always liked the idea of a soul mate."
"Of course you do. It's pretty and romantic. It speaks to some higher meaning, some purpose, some plan."
"Yeah."
"It also takes away free will if you're supposed to be with one person you haven't even met yet. What will you humans think of next? Soul dating?" God chuckled.
"I've known people who are soul mates though. They're happy. They're perfect for each other." Gabe argued.
"If they're truly happy then they've chosen to be so. They know each other through and through and have accepted that person for who they are. This is only something special because it's so rare. Not because it means they're soul mates. You can have the same relationship with Ethan that you just described to me."
"But Ethan doesn't want me!" Gabe yelled.
"So? It doesn't mean that you can't accept him and love him for who he is. Barbara too for that matter. This feeling that you've described was never meant to be exclusive."
"I'm not sleeping with Barbara."
"Nor was this feeling meant to be solely sexual. When you feel the feeling you call 'soul mate', you're feeling the closest thing a human can feel to the love of God."
"No human could have the feeling for everyone."
"Correction, not many people can have the feeling for everyone. But there have been people. Jesus, Muhammad, the Buddhas, an ancient Irish druid named Amergin, several Yogis, an entire tribe in pre-dynastic Persia. They met an invading army with nothing more than flowers and honeyed milk. They were slaughtered and went to their deaths loving their attackers."
"Well, I don't think I have it in me."
"You have it in you, you just chose not to use it. You feel it's above you, or too much effort."
"Disappointed?"
"In you? Never." God smiled. "I love my children the way they are. That's the point."
"I feel like you judge me and I keep failing some test."
"Humans can't hear me when I say I love them but ask if I judge them and they all say `constantly!'." God laughed. "What is a God to do?"
"I'm still not sure you're God." Gabe grumbled.
"No, you're not. But that's ok. You will soon." God stood. "If you don't want to be caught in a summer storm you'd best head home now. We'll talk again."
As the man walked away, Gabe felt he should apologize for the other night.
"Hey!" Gabe called, but the man turned around. "I'm sorry. For the other night when I threw you out."
"It's quite all right. You were upset."
"Well, still. I'm sorry."
"Go home, Gabe. Make your plans." Gabe didn't know what he meant but didn't have a chance to ask as God turned around and headed off.
Gabe opened the door to his apartment and heard the first clap of thunder outside as the pelting rain hit his windows. The phone rang just as he threw his coat onto a kitchen chair.
"Hello?"
"Gabe? It's Darren. What's going on?"
Gabe put the kettle on to boil for tea and told Darren what had happened.
"That faggot did what? He's seriously going to go back to women?"
"Apparently. I'll probably even get an invite to the wedding."