Five minutes after I returned home from my vacation I was hoping a house would fall on me. Not only had nothing changed, it had gotten worse.
Eric greeted me with a scowl, which remained on his face until my expression change when I saw the state of the house. He and the kids thought it was funny. My daughter howled, “looks like you had a party Dad”. Every room was more disgusting than the next, especially the bedroom. It looked like a tornado, (sticking with the Wizard of Oz theme), ripped through it. It was such a mess it took me a few minutes to realize Eric’s things were gone.
As I unpacked and straightened the bedroom, Eric poked his head in. “Have a nice trip”?
I just looked at him, I had no words. I don’t even know who he is anymore. I went back to unpacking.
“I guess you noticed I’ve moved my things out”. Without looking at him I answered, “no, didn’t notice”.
Not gonna let him get to me, not gonna do it.
“I moved downstairs”, he said.
“With the dogs? You’ll fit right in”, I said. I kept thinking that every word spoken here drives another nail into this coffin.
“Me? Are you blaming me for this? After what you’ve done”? The fact that this response didn’t even get a rise out of me sealed it. I don’t love this person anymore. And not caring enough to fight, I stayed calm. I also didn’t want the kids to come back to this, after a great vacation. So I walked by him, like he was a stranger. That’s what it felt like.
I ordered Chinese and set the table. I set a place for Eric and after some coaxing from the kids, he sat with us. I was cheerful, the kids laughed and told stories about their trip and Eric’s big dramatic moment fizzled.
Later I told the kids he had moved downstairs but as far as I knew, no one was moving out, things were still up in the air and we’d let them know if anything changes. They took it surprisingly well. Maybe they expected it, who knows. Sometimes kids are more in tune than we give them credit for. So no dramatic moment there either. Thank goodness for that.
Rolling along on my novel now. And I’m thinking about entering a short story competition. I could use the challenge and a deadline. I need to keep my mind occupied. At least I don’t have to share my bedroom with a stranger anymore…or my closets! Hey! I get all the closets! Sahweeet!
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high…there’s an big empty closet, so clothes and some shoes I’ll buy.