I own nothing.
D is for denial.
Helga had heard the word divorce so many times before. It had always just been a hallow threat, something her mom or dad would say to get the other to stop which ever bad "habit" they had started again. Miriam had been dependent on the bottle for years, but for once she was herself again. She walked in with her eyes no longer blood shot.
Under her arm was a stack of papers. She headed straight in the living room where Bob sat with a beer in one hand and the remote in the other.
"Here." She said dumping them on to the lap of her husband.
"What this?" He said only half interested as his attention was already starting to go back to the football game.
Miriam took a step to her left and blocked his view.
"Hey! Move it. I'm missing the game." He said lifting the beer can.
"They are divorce papers." Miriam said.
"Now why would you go and get a thing like that?" Bob said trying to angle his head around her body to get a better view of the screen. Miriam step in front of the middle of the tv and put her arms out.
"Because I want a divorce. I can't keep spending every day drunk or passed out on the couch. B, I need to be free." Miriam said.
"That's nice honey." Bob said as he managed to see the tv from a nearby mirror.
"I'm taking Helga with me to a near by hotel. Good bye B." Miriam said holding back tears.
"Oh, okay. Do me a favor get some more beers while you're out, would ya?" He said. He hadn't heard a word she said, or maybe he had. That was denial for you. He wasn't going to accept that fate. After all she couldn't be serious, could she?