Morning all. Running a little late but so happy to once again be getting up in the daylight. Or sort of daylight. It is rather rainy today and likely to stay a gray and watery light for the rest of the day, but theoretically in daylight I suppose. Anyway, let’s just jump into the morning prompt shall we?
Not bad. It sort of plays off a story I have been fiddling with. It was inspired by a post last week of the clueless man going to the safari park. I guess the story might still be on my mind as I played with it over the weekend.
Monday, November 7th: He stared at her with big blue eyes.
He stared at her with big blue eyes. The sincerity in them looked real enough but she had seen the act before. He lowered his lashes. He didn’t flutter them flirtatiously, but as if he was slowly shielding his eyes. Covering them. This act too, I had seen before.
I knew if I accepted his apology, I would be granted full access to those big blue eyes and I could bathe in the light and love that flowed from them.
Accept it was a lie.
This wasn’t the first time he cheated on me, and if I stayed again this time it wouldn’t be the last. Each time previously I realized I had nowhere else to go, no place to run to. The thought of rebuilding my life was a terrifying one.
The last time this happened, I had a good long sit down with myself. I realized it wasn’t going to stop. He would cheat, I would find out and he would come to me big blue eyes filled with remorse and love. He would beg forgiveness and the cycle would continue.
He sighed. “You have every right to be angry,” he told me when he realized I was taking longer to accept his apology this time. “And I am so sorry for every having done something like this. Why don’t I give you some time to calm down. I’ll stay with my brother this weekend and then on Monday after work we can sit down and talk. I’ll get take out, your favorite.”
I found myself nodding as he took the chance to make his escape. He felt secure that his apology would be accepted. He had even managed to wriggle a weekend away at his brother’s house. I knew what that meant. Half of the women he met, John met at his brother’s house. No doubt even as the apology still hung in the air he would be on his way to the next girl.
He picked up a bag placed by the door and I realized he had already packed for the weekend. Had already prepared for it. He closed the door behind himself, leaving without another word. He was confident I would be here when he returned. Confident that once more he would be able to do as he pleased.
This time however was different.
A while ago when I thought to complain about his affairs, He threatened divorce. He signed the papers and placed them in a drawer. He told me if I objected that much, I could just sign them myself and file them. I looked at the clock. There was still time.
Like John I packed early. All of the things I treasured were already loaded into the trunk of my car. It turned out in the end, there was little I valued from our life together and little I would be taking with me. This time I had a plac to go. I was still terrified of starting a new life, but I knew it was time I did. I picked up my car keys and went out to my car. John was already gone. I slipped into the driver’s seat. The paperwork already sat in the passenger’s seat. I would drop it off on my way out of town.
I was nervous until I reached the court house. Worried more that I would change my mind and go back. But I didn’t . I turned in the papers and aimed my car towards the highway. As I left town behind me I turned on the radio and spun the dial until I found a song I knew. As the trip began, I started to sing along with the song. I was deep into the chorus when I realized how appropriate the song was for the day.
Ten til Midnight 