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Charley had walked out, after thirty years of marriage, he just left. He left without warning, as if Marie wasn’t worth a penciled note.
It wasn’t easy to put herself together, but she had. She had weathered the storm, she had survived, and now, she would gift herself with a full four weeks of vacation.
She had advised her office of her intention, and promised to give them the exact dates shortly.
She had been debating where to go exactly and when, comparing various resorts. The phone had rung. It was their daughter Steffie, advising that Charley’s girlfriend is dying.
Telling her now as if to spoil her chance to get away, to gift herself a vacation.
At the end of the call, with angry tears cutting across her cheeks, Marie booked and paid for her vacation on line. She emailed her office advising she would be leaving in two days and began to pack.
She arrived at work in the morning, made a verbal confirmation of her departure, and began to clear her desk.
Then her Ex-husband calls.
He says he needs to see her. She didn’t want to meet him. Then he blasted that Rose, his girlfriend, wanted to speak to her while she still was able to speak.
Marie feigned ignorance. She didn’t betray that Steffie had already told her. Charley, his voice breaking, explained the disease in all its horrific detail. Reluctantly, Marie said she’d stop by the hospital this evening, and hung up.
She took a breath, returned to work.
Charley would NOT be allowed to confuse her life. He had done so when he moved out. He had no right or power or ability to bring her life to a crash.
