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and my son.  He has taught him to play catch and to pee standing up.  He has been closest thing my son has ever had to a father.  He’s changed dirty diapers and given me breaks when I needed to sleep or just relax from taking care of somebody else.  He was also there for adult conversations when baby talk started to take its toll on me.
                  I pointed that out to Jack one time.  He said, “You’re my best friend.  I help you take care of your child.  And we don’t have sex.  That might sound like marriage to you, but I see no reason to make it legal and get the government involved in our lives.  It will just screw up everything.”
                  I can’t tell what he wants.  Maybe he’s conflicted and wants something that violates his rule.  I only know I haven’t dated anybody else.  I don’t want to be in a relationship if he should ever change his mind.
                  Even with the women he has dated, I don’t know what he wants.  I haven’t met a woman yet who doesn’t think he should be in a relationship that would lead to marriage.  Knowing his independent streak, he could be resisting marriage because it is what everybody else wants for him, or he is waiting to be with somebody he won’t date because of his rules.
                  I’ve dated bad boys in the past.  He is the worst.
     
                 
                 
     

Chapter Three
                  Jack and I have existed in what he has called “The Phantom Friend Zone” for the past few years.  We’re more than friends, but we’re not “more than friends.”
    On his thirtieth birthday, he got drunk.  It’s not just that he got drunk.  He got drunk and drunk dialed Kristin.  She called me and told me to pick him up.
                  I had seen him earlier that night.  I had gone out to celebrate with him, but I had to leave because being a mother doesn’t really allow me to take a night off.  Apparently, that was the case with the rest of his friends, too.
                  When I found him, he was severely drunk.  He wasn’t just celebrating.  He had been drinking to forget.  I put his arm around my shoulder and helped to walk him out.  He pointed out two women at the bar and said, “I could have had a threesome with them, but it seems some woman has poisoned my heart to where I only want her.”
                  I took him back to my place.  I didn’t want to leave him alone like this.  I stripped him down to his underwear and tried to put him in bed.
                  “I need to pee.”
                  I helped him to the bathroom.  He leans over the toilet and is doing the best he can to stand there.  I notice his massive erection, which is popping out of the top of his boxer-briefs.  I free him from his underwear and point him at the toilet, even though he is fighting against me.
                  “Don’t tell Cathy you saw me this way.”
                  He doesn’t know I’m standing beside him.  I try to comfort him.  “She won’t find out.  Just go to the bathroom so I can put you to bed.”
                  His dick starts to get a little softer as he starts to pee.  I flush the toilet, pull his pants back up, and wash our hands.  As I’m walking him back to bed, he garbles out, “It’s my birthday.  How did I end up alone?”
                  I lay him down on the bed.  “Shhh.  Just go to sleep, Jack.  It will all be better tomorrow.”
                  “When I was a kid, I thought my birthday wishes didn’t come true because I didn’t have enough candles.  How many candles do you need before your wishes finally come true?”
                  I start to run my fingers through his hair and caress his chest.  “I don’t know.  What did you wish