every word she uttered. It almost made it worse that she apologized for saying it in public.
Jason and Alex stayed in a beautiful hotel; Alex relaxed in an extra large bathtub while Jason rubbed her back, calming her. She’d never met someone quite so mean in her life. The ‘apology’ aside, Jason’s mother was rotten to the core. In the morning they went home, both unwilling to forgive Anne for her behavior.
Anne went home to the empty house, cold and devoid of emotion. She wasn’t sure why she’d made such a scene and said all those horrible things. She didn’t expect Jason to come home that night, or call her in the morning. She doubted he’d ever forgive her. He wasn’t prone to forgiveness. Anne cried, alone, with no one to comfort her, because she didn’t deserve anyone. She fell asleep in a heap on the living room floor, too dejected to climb upstairs and get in bed. She was only trying to protect Jason from himself.
Chapter Five
Anne spent what was left of the weekend alternating from anger to regret. She couldn’t believe that Jason would let his girlfriend say such terrible things to her, but deep down she knew that she’d been awful to make a scene as well. She called Michael and Rose, looking for sympathy, but neither would answer their phones. Maybe they were just busy, but Anne had a feeling that everyone was upset with her behavior. The kids always seemed to side against her whenever there was some sort of disagreement.
She went to work on Monday, but had no patience for her secretarial duties. She didn’t like her job that much on a good day, bad days made it nearly unbearable. She filed paperwork with a vengeance, each paper slamming into the folder more firmly than the previous. She worked late, ignoring her coworkers as they slowly trickled out of the office. It was the beginning of November, and everyone was starting to prepare for Christmas. One of the office workers had even brought in little Frosty and Santa window clings to decorate around the front windows. Anne felt like scrooge because the urge to tear down the cheery little faces and put them in the paper shredder was almost too great to ignore.
Anne didn’t realize that it was nearly seven until her boss came back in the office, grabbing her forgotten purse. She looked at Anne in surprise as she walked into the office, insisting that Anne go home for the night. Anne, exhausted, walked to her car in mind numbing fatigue. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep when she got home, she had too much on her mind, but there wasn’t much else for her to do; she literally had nowhere else to go. She didn’t have friends anymore. There were a few women she knew and met up with on occasion, but she wasn’t close to them. She’d driven her good friends off sometime around the second or third year after the divorce. She could go to the mall or WalMart, but it was always embarrassing for her to go to the store late in the evening and wander through the aisles for an hour or two alone; the clerks all knew her and gave her questioning looks. She’d even tried going to a bar alone last year, but she’d barely walked in the door before realizing that she didn’t really fit in with the bar hopping crowd. Anne finally climbed in the car and started home, depressed and lonely.
She was halfway home when the deer hit the side of her car. She hadn’t even seen its eyes glare from the side of the road. Her senses, dulled from fatigue and stress, failed her momentarily, while the impact sent pain shooting through her left side. She screamed as her car careened, doing a 180. She tried to control the spin, but the
Jason and Alex stayed in a beautiful hotel; Alex relaxed in an extra large bathtub while Jason rubbed her back, calming her. She’d never met someone quite so mean in her life. The ‘apology’ aside, Jason’s mother was rotten to the core. In the morning they went home, both unwilling to forgive Anne for her behavior.
Anne went home to the empty house, cold and devoid of emotion. She wasn’t sure why she’d made such a scene and said all those horrible things. She didn’t expect Jason to come home that night, or call her in the morning. She doubted he’d ever forgive her. He wasn’t prone to forgiveness. Anne cried, alone, with no one to comfort her, because she didn’t deserve anyone. She fell asleep in a heap on the living room floor, too dejected to climb upstairs and get in bed. She was only trying to protect Jason from himself.
Chapter Five
Anne spent what was left of the weekend alternating from anger to regret. She couldn’t believe that Jason would let his girlfriend say such terrible things to her, but deep down she knew that she’d been awful to make a scene as well. She called Michael and Rose, looking for sympathy, but neither would answer their phones. Maybe they were just busy, but Anne had a feeling that everyone was upset with her behavior. The kids always seemed to side against her whenever there was some sort of disagreement.
She went to work on Monday, but had no patience for her secretarial duties. She didn’t like her job that much on a good day, bad days made it nearly unbearable. She filed paperwork with a vengeance, each paper slamming into the folder more firmly than the previous. She worked late, ignoring her coworkers as they slowly trickled out of the office. It was the beginning of November, and everyone was starting to prepare for Christmas. One of the office workers had even brought in little Frosty and Santa window clings to decorate around the front windows. Anne felt like scrooge because the urge to tear down the cheery little faces and put them in the paper shredder was almost too great to ignore.
Anne didn’t realize that it was nearly seven until her boss came back in the office, grabbing her forgotten purse. She looked at Anne in surprise as she walked into the office, insisting that Anne go home for the night. Anne, exhausted, walked to her car in mind numbing fatigue. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep when she got home, she had too much on her mind, but there wasn’t much else for her to do; she literally had nowhere else to go. She didn’t have friends anymore. There were a few women she knew and met up with on occasion, but she wasn’t close to them. She’d driven her good friends off sometime around the second or third year after the divorce. She could go to the mall or WalMart, but it was always embarrassing for her to go to the store late in the evening and wander through the aisles for an hour or two alone; the clerks all knew her and gave her questioning looks. She’d even tried going to a bar alone last year, but she’d barely walked in the door before realizing that she didn’t really fit in with the bar hopping crowd. Anne finally climbed in the car and started home, depressed and lonely.
She was halfway home when the deer hit the side of her car. She hadn’t even seen its eyes glare from the side of the road. Her senses, dulled from fatigue and stress, failed her momentarily, while the impact sent pain shooting through her left side. She screamed as her car careened, doing a 180. She tried to control the spin, but the
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