Unemployed, divorced, and broke — he had nowhere else to go, and no one to turn to after his wives had walked out with half his money.

He, your ex, lay next to you on your futon, keeping a modest distance. You had once shared a three year long relationship, one that had been strained and ultimately destroyed by his father’s dying wish of polygamy.

You turn, his face in your direction, his tired, half lidded eyes boring into yours, half his face buried into his pillow as he lay on his stomach.