Soulmate

Chapter One

Isaiah ~

It's been three years since my wife, Janice, divorced me.

After we had Israel, I slowly started to lose my attraction to her and women in general, not that this happened over night or anything.

I've always had a problem with being sure which sex I was most attracted to, but I forced myself to marry a woman, mainly because I didn't want to disappoint my parents at the time.

Over time, I just found myself being more aware of the amount of other guys in the room than females.

I began to not look forward to sex with Janice, and consequently, it just kept getting worse.

Don't get me wrong, my love for her is anything but fleeting, but after a while during our marriage, I pretty much just pretended to still be in love with her to save our relationship and our family.

When Israel and his boyfriend, Carlos, moved in together, I loved it. I didn't love that my son was leaving to move on with his life, but I loved that he was bold enough to do so with someone that he loved.

And when he came out to me, I was so proud of him, eagerly telling him that I loved him regardless of his differences and didn't care about what gender he liked.

Anyway, I cannot cast judgment on him when I myself struggle with my own sexuality.

Janice moved in with her mom, and I stayed in our house.

The house is somewhat huge; we were planning on having more kids because of all the room, but obviously that didn't work out.

Now, it's just me and the walls, the halls and all.

I sat on my couch contemplating my life choices... my divorce with Janice and my decision to pretend as if everything was okay when it wasn't.

Things could've happened differently if I had just come to terms with my differences earlier.

My thoughts were interrupted by the house phone ringing, prompting me to push my thoughts to the back of my mind as I answered the phone to hear a very frantic voice on the other line.

"Hey, this is Carlos, Israel..."

Immediately, I began to worry and stood at the urgency in his voice.

He paused and took a deep shaky breath.

"What is it? Is he okay," I worriedly asked.

My heart began to beat rapidly at his silence, interrupted by his quiet crying and sniffing.

"Carlos, please tell me Israel is fine, what's going on?"

Carlos took in a deep breath and calmed himself down a bit before he spoke.

"He got into a car wreck. This drunk bastard was going seventy and hit Israel while he was stopped at a red light. I should've been the one in the accident."

Tears started to trickle down my cheek, and I felt as if my heart had been torn from my chest.

"Carlos, son, don't talk like that. Is he fine?"