Emotionless. Theresa sat across from her husband at dinner that night emotionless, not feeling anything, numb to any emotions. For the past year or so her marriage had started to crumble. Theresa hardly recognized him anymore and it was now taking a toll on their marriage. When she would look into her husband's eyes she would see a stranger occupying his body and soul. He wasn't the same man she married long ago. The man he once was now was a figment of her imagination.
Trust. Trust had been absent from their relationship not too long after they got married. As time went on things became worse, not knowing if they could trust each other. The barely spoke to each other day in and day out. Whenever things would bother either of them, they never came to the other to confide in. The trust that had built their relationship was now absent. No longer could they trust each other with the smallest things. It just wasn't them either, it was the world. The world had always been against them. Evil outside forces were always trying to drive a wedge between them. Until recently they hadn't succeeded, but now anything and everything could come between them.
Loyalty. Constant business trips always left Theresa wondering if she was being played for a fool. She understood that there would be many nights when she would be left at home alone because of his job. He made that very clear before they took their vows. But she never thought that she would be alone for weeks and months at a time. This was not what she expected at all. Of course he always said that it was just for business and always denied that he was having an affair whenever she questioned him. Part of her never believed him, but her heart said another thing. She would go on ignoring all the facts, and ignoring the truth.
Sitting before her children always proved to be a real struggle for her. She had to keep smiling no matter how bad things really were. She couldn't give any hint to her children that their parents were on the edge of filing for a divorce. So she sat there picking up peas with her fork and smashing them against her plate, imagining that the peas were his head. It's the only way she ever got through a meal with him staring at her like a hawk.
Every now and then when she believed he wasn't staring at her, she would look at him, the hatred she held for him burning in her eyes. Theresa then turned her focus onto their children. Alex and Alexis were only 14 months old, so young and innocent in all of this, yet they were tangled up in this web they weaved. Theresa always told herself that the twins were conceived from love, but a part of her heart told her that they weren't. Theresa could remember the night that all too well.
Theresa sat in her room looking out her window for him. He was late again for the 4th night in a row and he hadn't even called to say that he was going to be late. Theresa wasn't stupid, she knew what he was doing. She drifted off in the land our their wonderful memories. Memories that made her laugh, not cry. She snapped out of that land as soon as she heard a car door being slammed loudly. Looking back out her window she saw him. He stood hanging over his car in another one of his drunken stupors. She felt so embarrassed and so alone in this world.
As she heard the front door slam, she got up very slowly and made her way downstairs. He was clinging to the railings and was rambling on about something that made no sense to her. He looked up to Theresa who was watching his every move. He smiled as he collapsed onto the stairs. Theresa rolled her eyes and she went and helped him upstairs. Exhausted from carrying him, Theresa fell back with him onto their bed. She looked at him and wondered what happened to him. Where had he gone, why was he not happy with the life they had made together? It was a mystery to her as everything about him now was.
"Hey Resa!" He shouted with a huge smile on his face as he wrapped his arm around her.
Theresa said nothing in return. She hated talking to him when he was this drunk. He was worse than the children whenever he got that drunk. She was very disgusted with him just then and fed up with her life. She had once imagined marrying him would be a life of glamour, dinner parties on the weekends, exotic vacations, her life was nothing like that.
"I said hey Resa!" he managed to slur before closing his eyes and passing out.
"Why me?" Theresa asked in tears as she ran to the balcony outside the guest's room. She always escaped there when life seemed to hard. Sitting there on that cold night, Theresa wrapped her arms around herself trying to find some kind of warmth. As she stared off into the sky, searching for the one star to wish upon, he came and wrapped his arms around her. She shivered as his fingers roamed her body as though he owned her. He didn't own her though and she wouldn't let him go on believing so. "Get your filthy fingers off me! God knows where they have been just tonight."
"What's wrong, baby?"
She stared at him and wondered if he really knew why she hated him so much, but she then realized that anyone as slow as him wouldn't.
"What do you think is wrong? You come home late for the 4th night in the row. And let me add that you are piss ass drunk too! Where the hell have you been?"
"Well, I can tell you that, but," he said as he placed wet kisses along her neck, "you'd never believe me."
"Stop it," she said as she pushed him off. "I'm not sleeping with you. Not now, not ever again!"
"You don't mean that."
"I do too! I think we should discuss getting a...." she stopped as he kissed her.
"Stop it!"
"No, you know you want me."
"Leave me alone right now! I swear to God you'll regret touching me!"
"Yadda yadda yadda," he laughed. "Admit it, Theresa, you want me to make love to you."
"Never!"
Pushing her on back onto the bed, he slowly pressed his body against hers. She could smell all the whiskey on his breath. It made her want to vomit, but she had nowhere to go she was trapped under him and she would have to let him do what he wanted.
Theresa shivered a bit as she tried to forget that night. It was something she never wanted to experience again...at least with him.
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He could feel the tension between them rising with every sigh or breath taken. He wondered what happened to them. He just couldn't understand how a couple so perfectly in love could fall out like they were. Trying to communicate with Theresa was like trying to commit suicide by jumping out of a basement window. So he sat there, not really eating anything, just pretending for the kid's sakes. If it wasn't for them he would have been gone months ago, both Theresa and him knew that.
"How was school today?" He asked Ethan just trying to break the silence that lingered throughout the walls of their home.
"Okay," Ethan replied as he played with his mashed potatoes. He too was feeling the tension, "Can I please be excused?"
Theresa looked to her husband who was looking directly at her. Both knew at that moment that things were about to take a turn for the worse.
"Of course. Please put Alexis and Alex in their cribs until I can come upstairs to see to them," she said very coldly like to her son.
Ethan did what his mother asked. He knew things were hard for his parents and he wanted to help out the best he could even if it meant that he had to stay home and not have many close friends. He didn't want to see his parents divorced like so many other of his friend's parents were. Every night before he would go to bed he would pray to God for one thing and one thing only...for his parents to find some way to overcome their problems.
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It's sad to think, we're not gonna make it
And it's gotten to the point where we just can fake it (Ooo)
For some unGodly reason we just won't let it down (let it down)
"See what you did!" Theresa exclaimed furiously as she stood up and threw her napkin onto her plate.
"Me!?" He said approaching her and trying to keep his voice low so the children wouldn't hear them arguing yet again. "Don't you dare try to blame this on me!"
"Get your finger out of my face!" She said as she pushed him back.
"You can't keep telling me what to do, Theresa. I'm not one of our 14 month old twins!"
"I know that! Don't you think I know that?" She shouted as she slammed the dirty dishes into the sink. "I know that," she cried.
Both knew what was now coming. Neither one of them wanted to say it, but one of them had to.
I guess neither one of us (neither one of us)
Wants to be the first to say good bye
"Fox, I think we should sit down and talk about getting a divorce," she said coolly.
"What? How can you say that? We have 5 years and three children together!"
"We can't go on like this. I'm sick of pretending that everything is fine, Fox. Day after day I feel like we're falling apart. Don't," she paused to whip her tears before continuing, "don't you think I hear everything that is being said about you?"
"It's all lies!"
"I don't know that for a fact and I can't go on assuming that they are just that."
"Fine!" He shouted, finally letting his anger out. "You want it that way? You'll get it that way!" He said before throwing Theresa's favorite crystal at the wall.
"Stop! Stop it!" She cried. Theresa ran trying to stop Fox from continuing his destructive behavior, but as she was approaching him he threw one of her favorite glasses, accidentally striking her in the face. Theresa cried out in pain as she feel to the floor, her hand covering the part of her face that was hit. Fox ran to her side after realizing what he had done. Crying hysterically though Theresa said, "Get away from me you bastard! Leave! Get Out!" Theresa brought her hand to her face to see it covered with a large amount of blood. Fox didn't want to make things worse so he left, not knowing where he would go.
"I'm leaving," he told her. Fox gave one last look back at the life he once had before exiting his house for good, "I'm so sorry, Theresa."
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I keep on wondering (wondering)
What I'm gonna do with out ya (do without you)
And I guess you must be wondering that same thing too (Ooo)
After putting Alexis and Alex to bed and explaining the situation between Fox and her to Ethan, Theresa sat trying to relax in a nice, warm, bubble bath. With the lights turned down low and candles lit around the tub, Theresa tried closing her eyes and thinking happy thoughts. She wanted to erase any memories of Fox that she thought were useless to her now that he was gone, but she couldn't. She didn't know it just then, but he would remain a strong presence in her life whether or not he was a visible presence.
Theresa wondered what her life was going to be like from now on. Would she share custody of the children with him? Would he ask for another chance? Would she say yes if he did? Even though she wanted to be free of the pain he was causing her, she didn't want to see him leave. She needed him whether she wanted to admit it or not.
"Oh Fox, where are you?" She sighed restlessly as she let her body slip into the water.
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Fox wandered the streets of Harmony aimlessly. He couldn't concentrate on anything but her. She was in his heart and soul, always would be no matter what happened. As he walked around he wondered what would become of their children and them. Would he take them away from her? He was after all able to support them financially. But more importantly, could they ever be just friends??
Fox didn't want to be just friends with her. He just wanted to be her husband. He wished that he could kick himself in the ass that night. This was all his fault for never being at home and never showing her the love she so richly deserved.
"God, Theresa, I need you!"
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So we go on go on together living our lives (living our lives)
Because neither one of us (neither one of us)
Wants to be the first to say good bye
Theresa tried going on the next days the best that she could. She was now an emotional wreck because of him. Going on was proving to be harder than she imagined.
She tried to concentrate on her new life, her life without him. But as the reminders kept coming, the memories kept flooding her. Everywhere she turned there as something reminding her of him. It was especially difficult for her to look into their children's eyes and see him. She knew that she would go on for the rest of her life looking into her children's eyes and see him. They were a blessing, but their father was a curse.
"I'll get it!" Theresa shouted as she made her way to the door. Theresa peaked through to see who it was before answering the door. She had been doing that ever since Fox left. She didn't know if he'd be back and what he'd do so she had to be careful she had seen some crazy behavior from him before. Better safe than sorry, she figured. "Whitney," she said a little surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh honey, I just heard. I'm so sorry," she said as she hugged her best friend. "How are you doing?"
"Surprisingly well," she smiled. "I'm happier now, Whit."
"How can you be happy by yourself?"
"If you lived with him for the past 5 years, you would've know how I felt. I feel free now, Whit. I can go on smiling everyday and not have to worry about where he is or what he's doing."
"Can you just say goodbye like that to what you had with him?"
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Oooooh ev'rytime I find the nerve
Every time I find the nerve to say I'm leavin' (leavin')
Oh, memories, those old memories get in my way (my way my way)
"Fox, are you sure you want to do this?" Ethan asked as he went over the divorce papers one last time.
"It's the only thing I can do. Theresa wants nothing to do with me."
"Have you thought about how this will affect Ethan, Alex, and Alexis?"
"Yes, I have. They'll be hurt and confused for quite some time, but they'll see someday that this is for the best."
"Ready?" He asked as he passed Fox a pen to sign the papers.
"I guess," he reached for the pen, but Ethan pulled away.
"I have one last question before you sign this. Are you ready to say goodbye to her? You'll never have her again."
Oh (Ooo) Lord knows it's only me only knows it's only me
That I'm deceiving
"Yes, Ethan," Fox said as he nodded his head, "this is for the best."
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When it comes to say good bye
That's a simple word that I just cannot say
"It's not like I'm saying goodbye to him forever," Theresa said a little uncomfortable. "I'll see him still, we'll remain friends."
"How do you know he wants to be just friends?"
"If he wants to see his children he'll remain just friends with me."
There can be no way (be no way)
This can have a happy ending (happy ending)
So we just go on (we go on) hurting and pretending
And convincing ourselves to give it just one more try (one more try)
"Excuse me, Whit," Theresa said as she made her way to the door once more. "Fox," she said as though she could barely speak. "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk. Now."
Whitney went upstairs to watch the children while Theresa and Fox sat downstairs talking. Theresa wasn't sure what he wanted to talk about, she wasn't sure if there was anything they needed to talk about.
Maybe he wants to talk about who will have custody.
"So let's talk," she said.
"Theresa, I'm here because I...well here," he said passing her an envelope."
"What is it?" She asked, not wanting to open it.
"Look."
Theresa carefully opened it and removed the papers from inside. She only had to skim over them to know what they were. She nodded her head and turned to him, "Do you have a pen?"
"So you are so quick to throw away our lives together?"
"Don't start, Fox. You know we've reached the last straw. The other night was the last night I am going to put up with your lies and destructive behavior. See this," she said as she removed the bandage from her right cheek, "this is what you did to me. Do you want to add more bruises like this? I've had them for years now, you've just been ignoring them."
"Theresa, I'm sorry! I wish you could see that. I don't want to give up on us. Please, let's give it one more try."
Because neither one of us (Neither one of us)
Wants to be the first to say
Neither one of us (neither one of us) Wants to be the first to say
Neither one of us (Neither one of us) wants to be the first to say
Farewell my love, goodbye (goodbye)
"No, Fox," she said, "I can't. One last time will just lead to another and it won't end. I need to be free. Please, give me a pen."
As Theresa was signing her signature on the divorce papers, Fox said with tears in his eyes, "What happened to us?"
Trust. Trust had been absent from their relationship not too long after they got married. As time went on things became worse, not knowing if they could trust each other. The barely spoke to each other day in and day out. Whenever things would bother either of them, they never came to the other to confide in. The trust that had built their relationship was now absent. No longer could they trust each other with the smallest things. It just wasn't them either, it was the world. The world had always been against them. Evil outside forces were always trying to drive a wedge between them. Until recently they hadn't succeeded, but now anything and everything could come between them.
Loyalty. Constant business trips always left Theresa wondering if she was being played for a fool. She understood that there would be many nights when she would be left at home alone because of his job. He made that very clear before they took their vows. But she never thought that she would be alone for weeks and months at a time. This was not what she expected at all. Of course he always said that it was just for business and always denied that he was having an affair whenever she questioned him. Part of her never believed him, but her heart said another thing. She would go on ignoring all the facts, and ignoring the truth.
Sitting before her children always proved to be a real struggle for her. She had to keep smiling no matter how bad things really were. She couldn't give any hint to her children that their parents were on the edge of filing for a divorce. So she sat there picking up peas with her fork and smashing them against her plate, imagining that the peas were his head. It's the only way she ever got through a meal with him staring at her like a hawk.
Every now and then when she believed he wasn't staring at her, she would look at him, the hatred she held for him burning in her eyes. Theresa then turned her focus onto their children. Alex and Alexis were only 14 months old, so young and innocent in all of this, yet they were tangled up in this web they weaved. Theresa always told herself that the twins were conceived from love, but a part of her heart told her that they weren't. Theresa could remember the night that all too well.
Theresa sat in her room looking out her window for him. He was late again for the 4th night in a row and he hadn't even called to say that he was going to be late. Theresa wasn't stupid, she knew what he was doing. She drifted off in the land our their wonderful memories. Memories that made her laugh, not cry. She snapped out of that land as soon as she heard a car door being slammed loudly. Looking back out her window she saw him. He stood hanging over his car in another one of his drunken stupors. She felt so embarrassed and so alone in this world.
As she heard the front door slam, she got up very slowly and made her way downstairs. He was clinging to the railings and was rambling on about something that made no sense to her. He looked up to Theresa who was watching his every move. He smiled as he collapsed onto the stairs. Theresa rolled her eyes and she went and helped him upstairs. Exhausted from carrying him, Theresa fell back with him onto their bed. She looked at him and wondered what happened to him. Where had he gone, why was he not happy with the life they had made together? It was a mystery to her as everything about him now was.
"Hey Resa!" He shouted with a huge smile on his face as he wrapped his arm around her.
Theresa said nothing in return. She hated talking to him when he was this drunk. He was worse than the children whenever he got that drunk. She was very disgusted with him just then and fed up with her life. She had once imagined marrying him would be a life of glamour, dinner parties on the weekends, exotic vacations, her life was nothing like that.
"I said hey Resa!" he managed to slur before closing his eyes and passing out.
"Why me?" Theresa asked in tears as she ran to the balcony outside the guest's room. She always escaped there when life seemed to hard. Sitting there on that cold night, Theresa wrapped her arms around herself trying to find some kind of warmth. As she stared off into the sky, searching for the one star to wish upon, he came and wrapped his arms around her. She shivered as his fingers roamed her body as though he owned her. He didn't own her though and she wouldn't let him go on believing so. "Get your filthy fingers off me! God knows where they have been just tonight."
"What's wrong, baby?"
She stared at him and wondered if he really knew why she hated him so much, but she then realized that anyone as slow as him wouldn't.
"What do you think is wrong? You come home late for the 4th night in the row. And let me add that you are piss ass drunk too! Where the hell have you been?"
"Well, I can tell you that, but," he said as he placed wet kisses along her neck, "you'd never believe me."
"Stop it," she said as she pushed him off. "I'm not sleeping with you. Not now, not ever again!"
"You don't mean that."
"I do too! I think we should discuss getting a...." she stopped as he kissed her.
"Stop it!"
"No, you know you want me."
"Leave me alone right now! I swear to God you'll regret touching me!"
"Yadda yadda yadda," he laughed. "Admit it, Theresa, you want me to make love to you."
"Never!"
Pushing her on back onto the bed, he slowly pressed his body against hers. She could smell all the whiskey on his breath. It made her want to vomit, but she had nowhere to go she was trapped under him and she would have to let him do what he wanted.
Theresa shivered a bit as she tried to forget that night. It was something she never wanted to experience again...at least with him.
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He could feel the tension between them rising with every sigh or breath taken. He wondered what happened to them. He just couldn't understand how a couple so perfectly in love could fall out like they were. Trying to communicate with Theresa was like trying to commit suicide by jumping out of a basement window. So he sat there, not really eating anything, just pretending for the kid's sakes. If it wasn't for them he would have been gone months ago, both Theresa and him knew that.
"How was school today?" He asked Ethan just trying to break the silence that lingered throughout the walls of their home.
"Okay," Ethan replied as he played with his mashed potatoes. He too was feeling the tension, "Can I please be excused?"
Theresa looked to her husband who was looking directly at her. Both knew at that moment that things were about to take a turn for the worse.
"Of course. Please put Alexis and Alex in their cribs until I can come upstairs to see to them," she said very coldly like to her son.
Ethan did what his mother asked. He knew things were hard for his parents and he wanted to help out the best he could even if it meant that he had to stay home and not have many close friends. He didn't want to see his parents divorced like so many other of his friend's parents were. Every night before he would go to bed he would pray to God for one thing and one thing only...for his parents to find some way to overcome their problems.
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It's sad to think, we're not gonna make it
And it's gotten to the point where we just can fake it (Ooo)
For some unGodly reason we just won't let it down (let it down)
"See what you did!" Theresa exclaimed furiously as she stood up and threw her napkin onto her plate.
"Me!?" He said approaching her and trying to keep his voice low so the children wouldn't hear them arguing yet again. "Don't you dare try to blame this on me!"
"Get your finger out of my face!" She said as she pushed him back.
"You can't keep telling me what to do, Theresa. I'm not one of our 14 month old twins!"
"I know that! Don't you think I know that?" She shouted as she slammed the dirty dishes into the sink. "I know that," she cried.
Both knew what was now coming. Neither one of them wanted to say it, but one of them had to.
I guess neither one of us (neither one of us)
Wants to be the first to say good bye
"Fox, I think we should sit down and talk about getting a divorce," she said coolly.
"What? How can you say that? We have 5 years and three children together!"
"We can't go on like this. I'm sick of pretending that everything is fine, Fox. Day after day I feel like we're falling apart. Don't," she paused to whip her tears before continuing, "don't you think I hear everything that is being said about you?"
"It's all lies!"
"I don't know that for a fact and I can't go on assuming that they are just that."
"Fine!" He shouted, finally letting his anger out. "You want it that way? You'll get it that way!" He said before throwing Theresa's favorite crystal at the wall.
"Stop! Stop it!" She cried. Theresa ran trying to stop Fox from continuing his destructive behavior, but as she was approaching him he threw one of her favorite glasses, accidentally striking her in the face. Theresa cried out in pain as she feel to the floor, her hand covering the part of her face that was hit. Fox ran to her side after realizing what he had done. Crying hysterically though Theresa said, "Get away from me you bastard! Leave! Get Out!" Theresa brought her hand to her face to see it covered with a large amount of blood. Fox didn't want to make things worse so he left, not knowing where he would go.
"I'm leaving," he told her. Fox gave one last look back at the life he once had before exiting his house for good, "I'm so sorry, Theresa."
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I keep on wondering (wondering)
What I'm gonna do with out ya (do without you)
And I guess you must be wondering that same thing too (Ooo)
After putting Alexis and Alex to bed and explaining the situation between Fox and her to Ethan, Theresa sat trying to relax in a nice, warm, bubble bath. With the lights turned down low and candles lit around the tub, Theresa tried closing her eyes and thinking happy thoughts. She wanted to erase any memories of Fox that she thought were useless to her now that he was gone, but she couldn't. She didn't know it just then, but he would remain a strong presence in her life whether or not he was a visible presence.
Theresa wondered what her life was going to be like from now on. Would she share custody of the children with him? Would he ask for another chance? Would she say yes if he did? Even though she wanted to be free of the pain he was causing her, she didn't want to see him leave. She needed him whether she wanted to admit it or not.
"Oh Fox, where are you?" She sighed restlessly as she let her body slip into the water.
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Fox wandered the streets of Harmony aimlessly. He couldn't concentrate on anything but her. She was in his heart and soul, always would be no matter what happened. As he walked around he wondered what would become of their children and them. Would he take them away from her? He was after all able to support them financially. But more importantly, could they ever be just friends??
Fox didn't want to be just friends with her. He just wanted to be her husband. He wished that he could kick himself in the ass that night. This was all his fault for never being at home and never showing her the love she so richly deserved.
"God, Theresa, I need you!"
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So we go on go on together living our lives (living our lives)
Because neither one of us (neither one of us)
Wants to be the first to say good bye
Theresa tried going on the next days the best that she could. She was now an emotional wreck because of him. Going on was proving to be harder than she imagined.
She tried to concentrate on her new life, her life without him. But as the reminders kept coming, the memories kept flooding her. Everywhere she turned there as something reminding her of him. It was especially difficult for her to look into their children's eyes and see him. She knew that she would go on for the rest of her life looking into her children's eyes and see him. They were a blessing, but their father was a curse.
"I'll get it!" Theresa shouted as she made her way to the door. Theresa peaked through to see who it was before answering the door. She had been doing that ever since Fox left. She didn't know if he'd be back and what he'd do so she had to be careful she had seen some crazy behavior from him before. Better safe than sorry, she figured. "Whitney," she said a little surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh honey, I just heard. I'm so sorry," she said as she hugged her best friend. "How are you doing?"
"Surprisingly well," she smiled. "I'm happier now, Whit."
"How can you be happy by yourself?"
"If you lived with him for the past 5 years, you would've know how I felt. I feel free now, Whit. I can go on smiling everyday and not have to worry about where he is or what he's doing."
"Can you just say goodbye like that to what you had with him?"
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Oooooh ev'rytime I find the nerve
Every time I find the nerve to say I'm leavin' (leavin')
Oh, memories, those old memories get in my way (my way my way)
"Fox, are you sure you want to do this?" Ethan asked as he went over the divorce papers one last time.
"It's the only thing I can do. Theresa wants nothing to do with me."
"Have you thought about how this will affect Ethan, Alex, and Alexis?"
"Yes, I have. They'll be hurt and confused for quite some time, but they'll see someday that this is for the best."
"Ready?" He asked as he passed Fox a pen to sign the papers.
"I guess," he reached for the pen, but Ethan pulled away.
"I have one last question before you sign this. Are you ready to say goodbye to her? You'll never have her again."
Oh (Ooo) Lord knows it's only me only knows it's only me
That I'm deceiving
"Yes, Ethan," Fox said as he nodded his head, "this is for the best."
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When it comes to say good bye
That's a simple word that I just cannot say
"It's not like I'm saying goodbye to him forever," Theresa said a little uncomfortable. "I'll see him still, we'll remain friends."
"How do you know he wants to be just friends?"
"If he wants to see his children he'll remain just friends with me."
There can be no way (be no way)
This can have a happy ending (happy ending)
So we just go on (we go on) hurting and pretending
And convincing ourselves to give it just one more try (one more try)
"Excuse me, Whit," Theresa said as she made her way to the door once more. "Fox," she said as though she could barely speak. "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk. Now."
Whitney went upstairs to watch the children while Theresa and Fox sat downstairs talking. Theresa wasn't sure what he wanted to talk about, she wasn't sure if there was anything they needed to talk about.
Maybe he wants to talk about who will have custody.
"So let's talk," she said.
"Theresa, I'm here because I...well here," he said passing her an envelope."
"What is it?" She asked, not wanting to open it.
"Look."
Theresa carefully opened it and removed the papers from inside. She only had to skim over them to know what they were. She nodded her head and turned to him, "Do you have a pen?"
"So you are so quick to throw away our lives together?"
"Don't start, Fox. You know we've reached the last straw. The other night was the last night I am going to put up with your lies and destructive behavior. See this," she said as she removed the bandage from her right cheek, "this is what you did to me. Do you want to add more bruises like this? I've had them for years now, you've just been ignoring them."
"Theresa, I'm sorry! I wish you could see that. I don't want to give up on us. Please, let's give it one more try."
Because neither one of us (Neither one of us)
Wants to be the first to say
Neither one of us (neither one of us) Wants to be the first to say
Neither one of us (Neither one of us) wants to be the first to say
Farewell my love, goodbye (goodbye)
"No, Fox," she said, "I can't. One last time will just lead to another and it won't end. I need to be free. Please, give me a pen."
As Theresa was signing her signature on the divorce papers, Fox said with tears in his eyes, "What happened to us?"
