The Landing
Six months ago, I made a mistake.
Five months ago, Matt told me he couldn’t forgive me, and left abruptly in a fit of anger and resentment, hoping to start his life over in Los Angeles.
Two weeks ago, he called so he could scream at me for all the pain I’d caused him, and for driving him to move to a city he hated.
Then, after a few calls, spanning almost half a dozen hours as the middle man between him and Chris, negotiating it like diplomats negotiate peace talks, I got my exes to agree to come here for the 4th of July.
Howie even offered to play Switzerland for our little peace summit. He was having his own 4th of July party at his house in Southport and of course has a pretty liberal open door policy when it comes to guests.