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Authors: Jennifer Foor
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he agrees with this move?” She giving me that look where she doesn’t believe me. I know it’s only a matter of time before she’s on the phone with his mom trying to come up with a way to bring us back together. Our meddling mothers are so similar they could be the same person. They’ve been close since before we were married, and I’m sure it’s part of the reason Brandon asked for my hand in the first place.
“We’re going to work it out. It’s best if we put some distance between us. Mom, I know you care, but I don’t need the third degree. I could use your support right now. This isn’t easy for me.” I start to feel a burning in my throat while my eyes gloss over. I can barely continue the conversation. “I don’t know what else to do anymore.”
She steps in the room and pulls me into her arms. This makes me more emotional. As much as I need this, I can’t stand that it’s happening. I back away and clear the tears from my eyes. “I won’t be in your way. Aberdeen and I have busy schedules. You’ll hardly know we’re here.”
“I’m not worried about that, honey. I just want to know you’re not making your problems worse.”
“I’m not. I want to be happy. I’m doing this for me. I hope you can respect that.”
She smiles; one of her ways of pretending she is okay with my decisions. I’ve seen it a hundred times before so I know it’s important to let it go. My mom will always be on my side, but she adores Brandon, so it makes it difficult to convince her he’s done something wrong. I don’t want to mention a female answered his phone, because it would imply he cheated. Though I think it’s a possibility, I’m not ready to admit it to anyone else. She’ll just misconstrue it as me not giving my husband what he needs. I know this because my father cheated on my mother when they were first married. I don’t know how she was able to forgive him and learn to trust again, but somehow they say it made them stronger. I’m not built like my mom. I’m not strong, and I certainly don’t know the first thing about forgiveness, especially when the crime was still fresh on my mind, if there is a crime at all. I pray my imagination is playing tricks on me.
After my mother leaves the room, I crawl into the bed and take a nap. I need to rest my mind and my heart. Since it’s important to get Aberdeen from school instead of letting her ride the bus to our house, I’m aware of having to leave early.
The school secretary doesn’t question me when I ask to check her out of school twenty minutes before the final class ends. Aberdeen follows me to the car, but waits until I pull away to ask what is going on.
“Do you have a doctor’s appointment, Mom?”
“No. You and I are going to be staying at Grandma Kay’s for a little while.”
“What about Daddy?”
“He’ll be home taking care of the house. It’s going to be fun,” I add quickly in order to get her excited. “It’s like a trip. You like going to visit Grandma and Grandpa, right?”
“Why are we staying there?” She’s quiet for a second. “Are you and Daddy breaking up?”
My seven year old is once again proving how smart she is. “No. We’re just taking a break.”
“Because you don’t love him anymore?” She asks.
“I love your father very much. It’s not that at all.”
She begins to sniffle, and I feel obligated to pull the car over and comfort her. I wrap my arms around her as soon as I’m able to. “Sweetie, it’s going to be okay.”
“I don’t want to go to Grandma’s house. I want to go home.”
It hurts me to hear she doesn’t want to be with me, but I understand. Brandon isn’t the one who abandoned me. I left him. Her heart is with her father and I can’t argue about it. She’s fragile, and I respect her innocence. I run my hands over her cheeks and look into her eyes. “As soon as I talk to Daddy we’ll see if you can go home with him tonight. Okay?”
She nods, but still sobs
“We’re going to work it out. It’s best if we put some distance between us. Mom, I know you care, but I don’t need the third degree. I could use your support right now. This isn’t easy for me.” I start to feel a burning in my throat while my eyes gloss over. I can barely continue the conversation. “I don’t know what else to do anymore.”
She steps in the room and pulls me into her arms. This makes me more emotional. As much as I need this, I can’t stand that it’s happening. I back away and clear the tears from my eyes. “I won’t be in your way. Aberdeen and I have busy schedules. You’ll hardly know we’re here.”
“I’m not worried about that, honey. I just want to know you’re not making your problems worse.”
“I’m not. I want to be happy. I’m doing this for me. I hope you can respect that.”
She smiles; one of her ways of pretending she is okay with my decisions. I’ve seen it a hundred times before so I know it’s important to let it go. My mom will always be on my side, but she adores Brandon, so it makes it difficult to convince her he’s done something wrong. I don’t want to mention a female answered his phone, because it would imply he cheated. Though I think it’s a possibility, I’m not ready to admit it to anyone else. She’ll just misconstrue it as me not giving my husband what he needs. I know this because my father cheated on my mother when they were first married. I don’t know how she was able to forgive him and learn to trust again, but somehow they say it made them stronger. I’m not built like my mom. I’m not strong, and I certainly don’t know the first thing about forgiveness, especially when the crime was still fresh on my mind, if there is a crime at all. I pray my imagination is playing tricks on me.
After my mother leaves the room, I crawl into the bed and take a nap. I need to rest my mind and my heart. Since it’s important to get Aberdeen from school instead of letting her ride the bus to our house, I’m aware of having to leave early.
The school secretary doesn’t question me when I ask to check her out of school twenty minutes before the final class ends. Aberdeen follows me to the car, but waits until I pull away to ask what is going on.
“Do you have a doctor’s appointment, Mom?”
“No. You and I are going to be staying at Grandma Kay’s for a little while.”
“What about Daddy?”
“He’ll be home taking care of the house. It’s going to be fun,” I add quickly in order to get her excited. “It’s like a trip. You like going to visit Grandma and Grandpa, right?”
“Why are we staying there?” She’s quiet for a second. “Are you and Daddy breaking up?”
My seven year old is once again proving how smart she is. “No. We’re just taking a break.”
“Because you don’t love him anymore?” She asks.
“I love your father very much. It’s not that at all.”
She begins to sniffle, and I feel obligated to pull the car over and comfort her. I wrap my arms around her as soon as I’m able to. “Sweetie, it’s going to be okay.”
“I don’t want to go to Grandma’s house. I want to go home.”
It hurts me to hear she doesn’t want to be with me, but I understand. Brandon isn’t the one who abandoned me. I left him. Her heart is with her father and I can’t argue about it. She’s fragile, and I respect her innocence. I run my hands over her cheeks and look into her eyes. “As soon as I talk to Daddy we’ll see if you can go home with him tonight. Okay?”
She nods, but still sobs
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