Author's note: I wrote this really fast so if it doesn't make sense I apologize.
He was gone. She couldn't believe that in the space of less than twenty-four hours he had left her twice. She had been so excited to spend the day with him. Lately it seemed like he only wanted to spend time with his friends. Usually, she didn't mind ; she liked his friends and didn't want to be that kind of finance. But, she wanted to spend time with him too and usually he enjoyed spending time with her. But, lately he didn't seem to want to. It was like he was angry with her for something and was avoiding her. What had gone wrong? Where had they gone wrong? They were a couple- a team but lately it felt like they were on opposing sides. She tried to pinpoint the moment where everything started falling apart but she couldn't. She had to though. She had to retrace their steps and find out what had gone wrong and try and fix it- before it was to late.
She thought over the past few days. She had been so excited about the ballet coming to town and the fact that he had promised to take her if they ever did. She knew that going to the ballet wasn't his cup of tea but she also knew that once he made a promise he kept it. So then why had he broken his promise to her this time? Why had he made his head injury more serious than what it was? Why had he lied to her? He had played on her sympathy to get out of a promise he had made to her. It hurt. It hurt more than if he had just been honest and had told her he didn't want to go. But, instead of being truthful he had made a mountain out of a molehill- so to speak- and led her to believe he was worse off than he really was. So she had insisted he stay home and rest and she would go to the ballet with her Mother.
While at the ballet she had been wracked with guilt. Even though she loved the ballet she couldn't stop thinking about Tony. What if his injury was more serious than they thought? What if he was lying unconscious on the couch? What if? What if? What if? She couldn't stand it anymore and when intermission came told Mona they were going home. All the way home she could barely keep the fear out of her heart. She gripped the steering wheel so tightly her hands ached. Finally they made it home and she walked as fast as she could in her heels and opened the door expecting to find him passed out on the sofa. Instead she found him in the midst of a poker game with his friends, her son, and two young girls sitting in his lap. She had been floored. She had been devastated. She had been furious.
She couldn't believe that he had lied to her. Tony had always been one of the most honest people she had ever known. And yet right in front of her was the cold hard fact that even he could be deceitful. They had had it out in the kitchen and he had left with his friends. She had gone to bed soon after assuming that he would be home later. It wasn't until this morning when Sam called her that she realized he had stayed with her. She had thanked her for calling and had gone into the kitchen to wait for him. When he arrived back home she acted like she hadn't known he had been out all night. She wanted him to admit that he had been wrong deceiving her. If he had she would have forgiven him because she loved him. She didn't want anything to come between them. She just wanted things back the way they were.
Instead he behaved like a little kid and before she knew it they were arguing again. Mona, in her own unique way had tried to help but they both knew they had to work it out for themselves. So they talked. He had told her that he didn't like to be pushed into doing things that he didn't like. Okay, she understood that but at the same time he had never had to be pushed before. After they had cleared the air he had told her that he wanted to do whatever she had wanted to do today. She had been so excited. She had told him that she wanted to go shopping and model clothes for him. She smiled to herself. While she knew he probably would rather go to the dentist she loved the fact that he was willing to go. and it wasn't like they were going to be there all day. They could have lunch, take a walk, and reconnect. But, instead he had run out on her. Again.
Something crept back into her mind. When he had been dating Kathleen she had wanted to go see Les Miserables. And he had taken her. Even though going to see a Broad Way play was on the same level of going to the ballet he had still gone because she had wanted to. So why hadn't he given her the same respect and consideration?! She felt her eyes fill with tears. Was he trying to tell her something? Did he even love her anymore? Did he want to back out of the wedding? She looked down at her finger where her engagement ring rested. She remembered the day vividly when he had slipped it on. He had been so nervous. So sweet. He had stumbled over the words but had finally gotten them out. She remembered how the touch of his hands had been so rough yet gentle. And the way he had kissed her afterwards? Let's just say she could have died a happy woman.
But, now everything was different between them. The sad thing was she had no idea how to make things better.