Chris and I had had a baby, but since we'd broken up, he took custody of it (him? her? I think it was a girl, so I'll refer to it as such from now on). He wouldn't let me see her. He also had a new girlfriend and was living with her. He wanted the baby to think of the new girlfriend as "mommy" and make sure that the baby didn't remember me at all.
I saw all this as though I was invisible and able to look in on Chris's life. He and his girlfriend and my baby were living in an apartment that looked exactly like my current apartment. The only way that Chris could see what was going on in my life was to go under the kitchen sink, pull out a bottle of green Palmolive dish soap, and look on the back. The back of the bottle turned into a screen only when Chris looked at it, and he could see what was going on with me. I was going nuts, of course, but he didn't contact me or seem to care much at all. He looked in on me with surprising frequency, but it seemed to be only out of curiosity and not out of concern.
Meanwhile, I was back to being visible. I was in an electronics store, looking at digital cameras, when I saw Chris, his girlfriend, and our baby girl. I wanted to take pictures of them with the digital cameras so I could have evidence for a court custody battle, but Chris and his "family" left before I could take any pictures.
I used one of the computers at the store to look at Chris's website. As usual, there was no mention of me. He went on about his girlfriend and "their" new baby. The only hint that he missed me at all was a page on which he'd typed out the lyrics to the song, "I Don't Have Anything," by Vast. I took that as a sign that perhaps one day he would contact me and I could see my daughter again.
