So this is just a short one-shot that started running through my head after listening to "Low" by Kelly Clarkson. I just started thinking, what was running through Gillian's head after the divorce. This is what I came up with.
Btw, I own nothing. This is just for fun, no profit is being made. Enjoy.
Why is it always the honest people who get screwed over? And the wrong doers, it seems, get rewarded or manage to avoid detection and punishment.
Am I just too trusting and naïve, or is it that I try to see the best in people and not assume the worst?
I think I knew Alec was cheating long before I left him. I was just blind I suppose. No, not blind, I was just willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He has always lied to me; not about everything just general everyday stuff that everyone lies about.
Yes that outfit looks great.
Sorry, I forgot the milk.
Yes I did feed the cat.
No, those aren't my cigarettes.
He had never told me such a major untruth until about 2 years ago. At first I was willing to overlook it; I just thought I was being paranoid. But it just got worse, and then when his behavior started to change I couldn't ignore it any longer. When he finally admitted to a drug problem I was relieved. I know that sounds terrible but I was so worried that he had been cheating and to have the confirmation that he wasn't, was a major weight off my shoulders. Turns out now that he had been cheating as well. It's amazing I'd stayed with him as long as I did. Towards the end he was never there for me, not after Sophie. The bastard wasn't even there for me after the Jenkins copycat almost got me.
*Flashback*
"Cal? It's Gillian," I spoke softly; my voice had a slight nervous waiver to it. Something that Cal picked up on immediately.
"Are you alright? I thought you were at home?" I could hear the concern in his voice and it warmed my heart to know that even if my husband wasn't here, at least someone cared. Not the someone who should but I was touched nonetheless.
"Alec isn't home…" hurt filled my tone. "And I'm just…I feel a bit…" I didn't even know how to word it. I was just so overwhelmed by everything that has happened today. And Alec not being there was the straw that broke the camels back. Cal must have sensed my distress.
"Did you want me to come over for a bit? I'll even sit through one of your trashy romance movies," he said, trying to make me feel better. Safer.
"I'd really appreciate that," I said, relieved and thankful. "I just don't want to be alone at the moment."
"No problem love. I'll see you in 5."
*End Flashback*
Cal had always been there for me, and I for him. We were the constant in each others lives, and had been since we meet in college. Neither one of us was willing to admit it. Not yet at least. Maybe that's why Alec and Zoe had never worked, because we didn't have the history and friendship together.
Maybe Cal and I are still waiting for our moment. Because we both know that when we do, that will be it. We will be each other's last. And everything that has happened, Alec, Zoe, was all just preparing us for each other. That's what I liked to think anyway. I can't help it lately. I'm all alone for the first time in 5 years in a house that is still so unfamiliar. But these thoughts or fantasies I suppose, give me some sort of comfort. Perhaps I am naïve, like Cal says. And for the moment, I was content with that.