Sometimes the only way to move forward… is to go back.
I don't know what's more shocking—the sudden end to my marriage, or the fact that I'd married a woman at all. But now I'm broke and homeless, kicked out of my Upper West Side apartment while my ex-wife walks away with everything we've ever worked for.
So what's an executive chef stripped of his dignity gonna do?
Go back to Jersey with his tail between his legs, that's what.
I can’t say that spending a decade pining after my best friend was the best use of my time. While I'd pretty much become an expert at the whole unrequited love thing, I'd resigned myself to the fact that Jimmy and I were never gonna happen. But when Jimmy turned up on my doorstep in his hour of need, I jumped at the chance to offer him my bed—er, couch. I mean, what are friends for, right?
Now that he's released from the shackles of matrimony, I can't wait to show him exactly what he's been missing out on all these years.
What I didn't anticipate was him showing me that maybe I'd been missing out too.