jaylar
Marie did not cry in the bathroom of the restaurant. She came out, very focused, and went to her table, and told the waiter she had to go, and kept walking.
She walked to her car, got in, and kept herself together. When she reached her condo she got in, and cried. She sank to the floor, and cried. .
She cried for herself, wasting so many years with Charley. She cried because it really was over. She cried because she never thought her Charley would fall for some younger hungry woman.
Marie pulled herself together, Charlie showed up around lunch time at her job to ‘explain.’
She was going to screech that she didn’t need explanations, but decided to play calm. He took her to a near by spot and babbled on about how he had felt trapped and wanted to travel and met Rose.
Marie concentrated on her meal.
Eventually he shut up and then wanted her to speak. In a soft, slow voice, Marie said that all she wanted from him was that he sign over his portion of the house so that the divorce would go through quickly.
If he was looking to see her cry or be angry, he had come to the wrong place.
“I hurt you very much, didn’t I?”he said.
Forcing herself to meet his eyes, “Let’s just get the divorce over with as quickly as possible,” and she made a tiny smile, then rose, “Thanks for lunch,” and walked out.
She forced herself to walk at a normal pace, forced herself to maintain her posture. She reached her office, went in, sat down and told herself not to cry.
