By Kalee Britton (Stormy/Family/Holidays)
I was cuddled up to the fireplace, trying hard to warm my frozen fingers.
The stormy weather had brought an unexpected blizzard our way but I did not complain, for the snow was A lovely powdered icing that I needed on this already dreary day.
My husband left this morning, breaking our once happy family in two. The fighting became unbearable and heart breaking and he'd had enough.
" What will the children say."
I asked myself crying into the seam of my jacket.
The holidays were right around the corner and I could not even think of telling the children that their father and I would be separating them for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I was not experienced in divorce.
Jeez, We had been married for ten years this July!
He called me an hour ago, letting me know he was coming to get some of his things and I begged, oh how I begged him to change his mind.
" Is there no way we can work this out, at least for our kids." I sounded so helpless.
He said he'd be here by now and I haven't heard anything more from him since the phone call.
The children are already in bed so now would be the time. You know, so I would have to be the one to tell them in the morning.
That's just so like him. Making me the bad guy once again.
Then, I heard his car pull up into the driveway. How long had I asked him to get his brakes checked? They had squealed for years.
I buried myself in my blanket still warmed by the fire and for an hour straight I listened to his foot steps travel up and down the stairs of our home and in and out of the door.
And at last, he quietly shut the door, started his car, and left without saying goodbye.
I was cuddled up to the fireplace, trying hard to warm my frozen fingers.
The stormy weather had brought an unexpected blizzard our way but I did not complain, for the snow was A lovely powdered icing that I needed on this already dreary day.
My husband left this morning, breaking our once happy family in two. The fighting became unbearable and heart breaking and he'd had enough.
" What will the children say."
I asked myself crying into the seam of my jacket.
The holidays were right around the corner and I could not even think of telling the children that their father and I would be separating them for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I was not experienced in divorce.
Jeez, We had been married for ten years this July!
He called me an hour ago, letting me know he was coming to get some of his things and I begged, oh how I begged him to change his mind.
" Is there no way we can work this out, at least for our kids." I sounded so helpless.
He said he'd be here by now and I haven't heard anything more from him since the phone call.
The children are already in bed so now would be the time. You know, so I would have to be the one to tell them in the morning.
That's just so like him. Making me the bad guy once again.
Then, I heard his car pull up into the driveway. How long had I asked him to get his brakes checked? They had squealed for years.
I buried myself in my blanket still warmed by the fire and for an hour straight I listened to his foot steps travel up and down the stairs of our home and in and out of the door.
And at last, he quietly shut the door, started his car, and left without saying goodbye.
Writers love hearing from readers. Leave a comment, won't you? Thanks!