Seventeen plus twenty four is forty-one and that was the ages of the three people involved. Oscar was sitting on a bar stool wearing a pair of white briefs and a t-shirt and in a panic. Patrick was sure there were other options he just could not think of one.
Oscar (left) got dumped last week by his fiancée for refusing to set a wedding date. They had been engaged for over a year and in a relationship for two years. She needed a date for the invitations, to lock down a church and reception. He just couldn't bring himself to commit so she called everything off. They both has graduated college and she moved back home and was living with her parents in Northern Nevada. The last six months had been one weekend a month of her flying down. She would spend the night and fly out the next day.
As Oscars landlord he moved into the casita in our back yard two and a half years ago. He was a student at UNLV. The original offer was six hundred a month rent and German lessons for my son Patrick. Oscar had grew up in Germany for a short time and spoke it fluently. Patrick was 15 and just starting German classes in High School as a sophomore. It helped so much. In fact he helped with a lot of Patrick's homework. I changed the offer to five hundred for rent and tutoring.
Over the last two and half years Oscar has become a big brother to Patrick and a second son to me. We were there when he met his fiancée and watch them falling in love and then falling a part. I was feeling guilty thinking I had discouraged the marriage. I agreed with the girlfriend it was time update the proposal of marriage with commiting to a date. I liked her, I did think she was far too controlling as to the future. Their plans for a future was her idea and not really his. Oscar was working for Powershift with Nevada Energy. He went from house to house installing or repairing thermostats. His attempt to save the planet. He had a marketing degree and no idea what to do with it.
I am a single therapist and at the age of forty one I had my own relationship issues. My ex-wife was killing me slowly by any means necessary. She left Patrick and I ten years ago after hitting a really big jackpot that she didn't want to share with her family. She asked for a divorce and to keep the Two point five million dollars before taxes. I agreed if she would pay off the house in both our names, and set aside money for Patrick to use for college. For slightly over three hundred thousand I would suggest she got a sweet deal. After three years she is was broke. She married the guy she was cheating on me with when she won the money. They were living in hell in east Las Vegas in a house his brother owned and abandoned.
It was 2023, and we had survived four years of Trump and Covid and I was thinking we are in such a better space. My private practice was doing great I had zero openings for two months. Patrick has been getting straight A's and has become a intellectual nerd. He wants to be a Psychiatrist so he can take over my practice and I can work for him when I am old. Which I am fine with, I was just hoping he would want more adventure. He doesn't have friends, he doesn't do anything except video games and study. Right after that break up I noticed some changes in all of us.
HIPAA regulations require extra internet security. I have it at home and my office. Thanks to telehealth I worked from home all through covid., while paying for an office I could not use.
I was alerted two weeks ago my son was looking at gay content on the internet. At seventeen girls, boys, and sex was never an issue conversation or option. He did have a wonder woman promoting cleavage poster next to spiderman showing off his butt. He never was involved in anything after school.
So thanks to Cox Cable I have knowledge I am not sure I should. I file it away to ponder on when two days later and before the break up. Oscar googles Gay Stuff and the search he clicked on were strange for a twenty-four sexually active young man. A clinical social worker and right under my nose I have two young men searching for gay stuff for the first time ever.
That would be a reason not to get married. Then the break up last week her visit a shouting match in the backyard. I was at the office, Patrick was there along with three neighbors when she left in a uber to the airport.
This week extremely quiet both on the internet and in person. Oscar has not been seen by me all week. We did text a few times and he swears he is fine just needs a few more days. It was Friday and a few of my colleagues and I have dinner together. My six o'clock canceled so I could get there on time for a change. I bring my twenty four year old renter and seventeen year old son look a gay content for the first time just days of each other and before a major break up. While they have all met Patrick only a few know Oscar. The only thing seven therapist could agree on was this was not over yet and I should be prepared. No one could tell me what for.
I get home at ten and Patrick had his door closed and waterfall sounds which would mean he is trying to fall asleep. I get my second cocktail, make it a double. I am passed out in my recliner in bedroom with the TV asking are you still here? It gets daylight about five thirty, it was not light yet when I heard a crash outside in the backyard. It was a process, first my glasses, then my cell phone to check the time. Then I have to get out of bed, put on shoes and a robe. Then a emergency piss. Ten minutes after the crash sound I head to my back door and hear yelling. The girlfriend was back and giving Oscar hell. I watch as she exits the casita slamming the door. Taking off for the sidegate, a minute later my doorbell rings.
She asks me to confirm my cell phone number which I did. She explain she had a uber coming to take her to the airport. Then she takes off the very nice engagement ring and hands it to me asking me to return it. It was nice knowing me. She leaves and her uber meets her at the end of the driveway. I go to get my phone to find several texts of picture of Oscar and Patrick naked and in bed together in some form of human pretzel. She walked in when they were asleep. She woke them up and started taking pictures.
I took the above picture as I showed up at the casita to count the dead bodies. I find two young men in their underwear in a panic and waiting for me to ask questions. So, I asked one.
So, now that you have tasted gay what do you boys think?
Not sure why Pat raised his hand like he was in class. I am gay, totally gay. I just found out or I would have told you before this dad.
Oscar was less convincing with a Me too? Sir.
I say, Congratulations on moving forward I am going back to bed. You guys should go back to bed and figure out what comes next No pun intended. Get us breakfast and wake me up at nine with coffee to talk about that.
Odd that it took FaceBook and Instagram over twelve hours to take them down. They went viral for a while. Everyone at Powershift had seen them and were teasing him about his seventeen year old high school boyfriend. Oscar and Pat told me the attraction was there once they got to know each other. They just could not bring themselves to go there. They just let that attraction rent space in their brains and go unchecked for two years. Like all relationships it changed over time and so slowly without notice. What started as a job, became friends, brothers, family, best friends, gay, in love and then lust.
I lay down in bed thinking my son and Oscar might just be perfect for each other. Then I get a text from my ex-wife who just saw the pictures of our son on facebook. She wants to know if he is doing porn now. How much he gets paid for that. I refuse to let her rent space in my brain, not sure why I had dream about my son and his boyfriend making a sex movie.
Maybe I should bring that up at dinner this Friday. After the update they get.
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