This was an idea that I just couldn't get out of my head, I like it more than my most recent posts, this story will have 3 more parts, this is just the intro. I hope you enjoy and Happy New Year

"Straight tequila? Really? You're going to be sorry in the morning." The man sitting next to me said as I took another shot. His voice sounded strangely familiar, but it took me a moment to place it and I was horrified when I realized where I recognized it from. I'd never forget his voice.

"I'm always sorry in the morning," I whispered turning to face him.

"Do I know you?" He asked as our eyes met. The bartender had just left his drink and I signaled to the man letting him know that the drink was on me before downing my final shot and turning to answer the man's question.

"I used to have sex with your wife," I responded quite bluntly. He muttered an "oh" in response before silence settled over us.

"She'll be my ex-wife soon," He said after a prolonged silence. "She filed for divorce, she didn't want me to find out until she was out here with you." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Apparently I've neglected her, I haven't had time for her, so she didn't have time to tell me that our marriage of ten years was over. She was going to have her lawyer tell me. Mark says she's been crying nonstop the last two weeks, not because our marriage is over, but because you won't return her calls." He knocked back what was left in his glass before looking at me again, and I saw unshed tears in his eyes.

"I am so sorry," I tried, but he shook his head.

"You didn't know," He said simply and I nodded, I didn't know, I had thought that Addison was the greatest thing in the world, and I had wondered how I had been lucky enough to have her as mine, but she wasn't mine. The bartender had refilled our glasses and the man next to me rose his glass. "I propose a toast," He said with a grin and I raised my own glass. "To Addison, may she be forced to pay for our stays in rehab when we become alcoholics." I laughed at him before downing my shot. He threw back his scotch before holding out his hand. "Derek," He said introducing himself.

"Meredith," I said in response. Nothing else was said between us that night, we just sat there in silence as we drank and when I went home that night all I could think about was Addison. All I ever thought about anymore was Addison, but tonight was worse, because Addison was supposed to be coming tonight. She had promised me three weeks ago that she'd be here, that she would be moving into our home tonight, but she wasn't here, and I wasn't waiting for her arrival. Instead of being happy in bed with the woman I loved, I was drunk and alone in my empty bed. The alcohol had failed to numb the pain, if anything it had intensified it. My phone was glowing on the bed next to me, I had silenced it so I wouldn't hear Addison calling, she left a message. She would typically call at least 20 times before giving up and leave a message until my voice mailbox was full, and I would listen to every message saying "I miss you" "call me" "I love you" "I just want to know you're okay" "I miss the sound of your voice" "I'll do whatever it takes to make this up to you." I listened to them all because I missed her too, I missed the sound of her voice, I wanted to tell her I wasn't okay and I wanted her to make it up to me, and I listened because it hurt, and a part of me wanted to wallow in my own misery. My phone lit up again and this time I reached over to answer it. I didn't say anything right away, I just heard Derek telling me that she loved me, his voice rang through my head as silence filled the line.

"Meredith," Addison finally said, and I snapped back to reality.

"Don't say anything," I said firmly, "Just listen." The line was silent, until Addison uttered an "okay" in response, and I began. "You need to stop calling," I swore I could feel her heart drop at my words, and I continued trying to lighten the blow. "Tomorrow is my first day and I need to get some sleep." The line went silent again. "If you really miss me, love me, and want to make it up to me, you know where I am Addie."

"Okay," She whispered. "Goodnight Meredith, and good luck tomorrow."

"Goodnight Addison," I whispered before hanging up.