On with the story
***
I opened the door to the house that I lived in with my husband, Spinner. I never thought I would fall in love with him, let alone marry him. But given the circumstances I guess it couldn't be avoided.
"Mommy! Mommy, Brock took my dolly!" my daughter, Vanessa said as she ran up to me.
"Brock, give your sister her doll," I said around a bag full of groceries.
Brock threw the doll and hit his sister in the head with it. Vanessa ran upstairs and started crying.
"Vanessa!" I called after her. I sighed and went into the kitchen. "Honey," I said to Spinner who was sitting at the table over a file and a textbook. "Can you help me a little? I'm trying to bring in the groceries and the kids are fighting."
"Emma, I'm working," he said.
If I had a penny for every time he said that sentence I would be a rich woman.
I sighed, "Can you at least go get the other bag of groceries?"
"Yeah, sure, I'll do it later," he said.
Another phrase I heard often. I sighed and went to get the bag myself.
***
That night, we were eating dinner. It was unusually quiet, but Brock had been severely scolded for fighting with his sister earlier and hadn't really spoken since. Vanessa hardly ever talked when Spinner was around. And Spinner hardly ever talked when his cell phone wasn't at his ear.
Speaking of the damned phone, it started to ring in the middle of dinner. He answered it. "Is it that important?" he paused, "Okay, I'll be there in about five minutes," he said. He hung up and stood up from the table.
"Honey, we're in the middle of supper," I said.
"Emma, its work...I have to go," he said.
I sighed, "Fine, I'll see you later."
***
It was about eleven o'clock at night, and the kids were in bed. I was awake, waiting for Spinner, but I knew he wouldn't be back for at least three more hours. I sighed and opened the door of our walk-in closet in our bedroom. I was looking for a t-shirt to sleep in. I pulled a shirt off the hanger, and the hanger swung up and knocked something off of Spinners shelf.
It was a box that had 'PRIVATE' written on it. I opened it up and saw pictures of a woman. I recognized her as Sylvia, his secretary. There were pictures of them together, of them making love...my heart was breaking as I rummaged through the box. I found a letter. The handwriting looked angry and passionate.
My dearest Spinner,
I cannot wait until you are here with me again. When are you going to leave that bitch? You promised me, Spin, you swore on your love for me. I know you love me. Why do you stay with her? Please, come back here to my apartment where we can be together all night long. I love you.
Your lover, Sylvia.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks now. I was fed up, it all made sense now. Spinner has been cheating on me. That's why he works so much. That's why he leaves in the middle of dinner, or the middle of the night to 'go to work'. I picked the box up, pulled a suitcase down from the shelf and walked out of the closet. I set the suitcase and the box on our bed. God had he been with her in our house?
Tears were falling harder as I packed clothes into the suitcase. I went to the kids rooms and silently packed their clothes, too. After that, I went back to the bedroom. I began to put some more clothes in my suitcase, when Spinner came in.
"What are you doing?" he asked me.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked bitterly. "I'm leaving."
"Emma, don't do this," he said.
"Don't do this," I almost screamed but didn't because of the children. "What about what you did?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"This is what I'm talking about," I said, throwing the box at him.
"Emma...I..." he started to say.
"Spinner, shut up. I'm sick and tired of hearing your excuses," I said, pushing past him to take the suitcases to the car.
I opened the back door to my Jeep and threw the suitcases in it. I ran upstairs to Vanessa's room and gently woke her up.
"Come on, Vanessa, say goodbye to daddy, you won't be seeing him for awhile," I said as she got out of bed. I went to Brocks room and carried him downstairs and fastened him in his car seat with his teddy bear and blanket. Vanessa climbed in the passenger seat and we drove off.
***
I opened the door to the house that I lived in with my husband, Spinner. I never thought I would fall in love with him, let alone marry him. But given the circumstances I guess it couldn't be avoided.
"Mommy! Mommy, Brock took my dolly!" my daughter, Vanessa said as she ran up to me.
"Brock, give your sister her doll," I said around a bag full of groceries.
Brock threw the doll and hit his sister in the head with it. Vanessa ran upstairs and started crying.
"Vanessa!" I called after her. I sighed and went into the kitchen. "Honey," I said to Spinner who was sitting at the table over a file and a textbook. "Can you help me a little? I'm trying to bring in the groceries and the kids are fighting."
"Emma, I'm working," he said.
If I had a penny for every time he said that sentence I would be a rich woman.
I sighed, "Can you at least go get the other bag of groceries?"
"Yeah, sure, I'll do it later," he said.
Another phrase I heard often. I sighed and went to get the bag myself.
***
That night, we were eating dinner. It was unusually quiet, but Brock had been severely scolded for fighting with his sister earlier and hadn't really spoken since. Vanessa hardly ever talked when Spinner was around. And Spinner hardly ever talked when his cell phone wasn't at his ear.
Speaking of the damned phone, it started to ring in the middle of dinner. He answered it. "Is it that important?" he paused, "Okay, I'll be there in about five minutes," he said. He hung up and stood up from the table.
"Honey, we're in the middle of supper," I said.
"Emma, its work...I have to go," he said.
I sighed, "Fine, I'll see you later."
***
It was about eleven o'clock at night, and the kids were in bed. I was awake, waiting for Spinner, but I knew he wouldn't be back for at least three more hours. I sighed and opened the door of our walk-in closet in our bedroom. I was looking for a t-shirt to sleep in. I pulled a shirt off the hanger, and the hanger swung up and knocked something off of Spinners shelf.
It was a box that had 'PRIVATE' written on it. I opened it up and saw pictures of a woman. I recognized her as Sylvia, his secretary. There were pictures of them together, of them making love...my heart was breaking as I rummaged through the box. I found a letter. The handwriting looked angry and passionate.
My dearest Spinner,
I cannot wait until you are here with me again. When are you going to leave that bitch? You promised me, Spin, you swore on your love for me. I know you love me. Why do you stay with her? Please, come back here to my apartment where we can be together all night long. I love you.
Your lover, Sylvia.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks now. I was fed up, it all made sense now. Spinner has been cheating on me. That's why he works so much. That's why he leaves in the middle of dinner, or the middle of the night to 'go to work'. I picked the box up, pulled a suitcase down from the shelf and walked out of the closet. I set the suitcase and the box on our bed. God had he been with her in our house?
Tears were falling harder as I packed clothes into the suitcase. I went to the kids rooms and silently packed their clothes, too. After that, I went back to the bedroom. I began to put some more clothes in my suitcase, when Spinner came in.
"What are you doing?" he asked me.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked bitterly. "I'm leaving."
"Emma, don't do this," he said.
"Don't do this," I almost screamed but didn't because of the children. "What about what you did?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"This is what I'm talking about," I said, throwing the box at him.
"Emma...I..." he started to say.
"Spinner, shut up. I'm sick and tired of hearing your excuses," I said, pushing past him to take the suitcases to the car.
I opened the back door to my Jeep and threw the suitcases in it. I ran upstairs to Vanessa's room and gently woke her up.
"Come on, Vanessa, say goodbye to daddy, you won't be seeing him for awhile," I said as she got out of bed. I went to Brocks room and carried him downstairs and fastened him in his car seat with his teddy bear and blanket. Vanessa climbed in the passenger seat and we drove off.