Thinking that it was a work colleague calling me after 6 pm on a Friday evening, I picked up the 415 number.<\/p>\n
“Hello?” I said.<\/p>\n
“This is Scott,” the voice said. At least I thought he said Scott.<\/p>\n
“Um okay…” I said, at that moment thinking which Scott it was. Maybe it was a former colleague from a startup asking for help.<\/p>\n
“Hi Jennifer?”<\/p>\n
“Um, Scott who?” I said.<\/p>\n
“Garrett, [my friend’s name]’s ex.”<\/p>\n
“Oh,” I said and completely regretted picking up.<\/p>\n
“Today the divorce was finalized,” the voice continued. “17 years wasted.”<\/p>\n
For the next 40 minutes, I regretted picking up. There are some days that I wish that I didn’t have this desire to help. I wish that I was more cold. I also wished that I didn’t enjoy confrontation. All those mixture of feelings led to this ridiculous amount of time plus the fact that I feared for my friend’s safety.<\/p>\n
“I am so sorry,” my friend said later after I told her what had transpired.. “Block the number.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah,” I replied. “I should stop picking up unknown numbers.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Thinking that it was a work colleague calling me after 6 pm on a Friday evening, I picked up the 415 number. “Hello?” I said. “This is Scott,” the voice said. At least I thought he said Scott. “Um okay…” … Continue reading