Thirty years of marriage was tossed in the rubbish. Charley had packed and left as if Marie was a bag of trash.
Marie had pulled herself together. She had focused on work. Then, on getting her own place. She appreciated her marriage, thirty years of her life, was erased so spoke to a lawyer. She used the word divorce, a word she had never thought of.
She decided to sell the house she had lived with Charley, the house they had raised their children and move into a small condo.
It had taken Marie a bit over a year to pull herself together. To go from mindless mourning,to surviving to living..
Thirty years of marriage, and her husband Charley just leaves. Sells his business, cashes in his retirement package, and leaves. Leaves without an explanation, even a note.
And she, on her own, put her life together, moved from functioning to experiencing to being.
And now, just as she was planning a vacation, she hears from her daughter, that Charley’s girl friend is dying of an incurable disease.
What was she supposed to do?