I watched him from behind as he scrubbed out his lunchbox. He was wearing his old brown overalls and dirty work boots. When he set his hat down on the counter, the back of his head revealed a newly forming bald spot. He was tall and fat and getting fatter and uglier by the day; I sometimes wondered what it was I saw in him in the first place. He hadn’t held a door open for me since our third date, and he seemed to be trying to break his own personal record for usage of swear words; it must have been the way he beat up a guy who was hitting on me at the bar. Yes, that must have been it. Mike and I broke up once, right after I found out I was pregnant. He said he would not take me back until I got, “…rid of it.” With nowhere else to live and no friends to take him in, he returned within a week.