Running slow this morning. A little tired after the weekend and not happy that it isn’t really as light as I’d like it when the alarm goes off. That will be an increasing annoyance until the time change, but as it is an annual annoyance, I’ll live. But now on to the prompt! Timer set and off we go.
Not entirely sure where this came from but i really like the story start. Need to figure out the rest of the story, but could be fun.
Monday, September 25th: They danced.
They danced. It was a release of energy that felt better than she thought it would. She knew that the others looked at them strangely. After all they were twenty years older than pretty much everyone else on the dance floor, but it felt so good to just release to the music and let go.
Everything fell away. All of the stress of packing up her belongings and selling the house. While a part of her was sad she didn’t get it in the divorce, the rest of her was excited that she would be leaving it behind. She would be starting a new life and leaving all of the old baggage behind.
At least that is what she could tell herself while they were dancing. The divorce papers were final today and all of her things were packed in a shipping pod that would be sent to wherever she landed. Tonight was about celebrating the freedom of release. Release from a bad marriage. Release from trying to make it work for the kid’s sake. Relief from her husband.
Thoughts of Kevin crept in and, try as she might, she couldn’t let them go. How many times had he cheated on her? She wasn’t sure. She had suspected periodically throughout their marriage that he might be cheating, but all of her suspicions seemed like just paranoid suspicions. Until he decided on the replacement for her. Then it seemed as though all of her suspicions were real. Then she found out that this new woman wasn’t the first, she was just the one he chose after a lengthy study of possible applicants for her position.
Somehow in her mind she now thought of it in terms of a job position. It somehow seemed more appropriate. She was his second wife and married to him more than three years after his first divorce was final. He was on pleasant terms with his first wife and they were cordial when she picked up the children for their time with their father, time they rarely spent with their father. Then their mother died in an accident and the kids came to live with them full time. They were half grown by that point and she helped get them full grown and ff to college.
They tended to treat her with polite respect as their mother had, but not affection and she accepted that. It was almost a relief that now the divorce was through she would not need to see them again. The fact that his newfound love and decision to divorce came three days after the youngest left for college was again the reason she felt it was more of a job than a marriage. She was the one who got the kids over the line to legal adulthood and now the position changed. He didn’t need someone responsible, he wanted someone pretty and a great deal younger.
She felt her joy in the dance fade as her reality returned and slowly she made her way off the dance floor and over to their table.
Ten til Midnight 