The season was over him, his shoulder would require surgery and months of physical therapy. By the time Guy Germaine got to pull on a jersey again, the fans would've all but forgotten who he was. He was broken and alone… again.
"I work all day and all I ask is when I come home there's food on the table, is that too hard?" Raised voices woke the sleeping baby, as Guy poked frustrated at the TV dinner, that his young wife had set in front of him.
Connie frowned, and tossed a fork into the dishwasher. "Guy, you woke up, Madison." The petite brunette was too tired from a long day of classes, raising a baby and trying to run a house hold to argue. "It took me hours to get her to sleep."
"I'll go take care of her, just, make me something else to eat will you.? This is still frozen, in the middle."
"Make it yourself. I'm not you're maid, I'm your wife. I cook, I clean, I raise your baby and all you have to say to me, is 'It's still frozen'? How dare you, how dare you come home and say something like that to me?"
Anger festered deep in, Guy's stomach. "My wife? My wife, who hasn't been to one of my games in weeks, my wife that can't cook me a real dinner, my wife who hasn't made love with me in over a month! That's a wife? I don't know what you are Connie, but you're not a wife!"
Tears began to twinkle in Connie's dark eyes as she leaned there against the sink shelf. Her lower lip quivered and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Don't talk to me like that."
A flash of guilt swept over, the young man as noticed for the first time that night, the sorrow and exhaustion that had claimed his once strong and proud bride. He rose for the table and walked closer, slipping an arm around her waist.
Suddenly all the sadness in Connie's body was replaced with fury. Fire began to burn behind her eyes as her pouty lips curled into a sneer. She shoved him harshly away. "Don't touch me!" She shrieked. "Don't touch me, just get out! Get out!"
"Wha-…?" Guy looked at her stunned. "Baby, you don't mean that."
"Yes I do." Connie nodded feverishly "Just get out, leave, I don't want you here!"
And within that hour, he was gone. Back to his mothers, feeling empty. Without the women he loved, and the daughter he treasured. He was alone and broken
The phone rang in his apartment and he put down the Bud in his hand to answer it. The caller ID read Tamara Hall, and in spite of the depression he was feeling, he smiled. "Hey, Jes, how's it going?"
"It's going good Germaine, how's the world treating you?" Jesse greeted cheerfully.
"Been better."
"Yeah, I can imagine. If, Tammy decided to take the kids to Canada, I'd be miserable too."
"What are you talking about, Jesse. I'm depressed over my shoulder. Who's going to Canada?"
Jesse bit his bottom lip. "You don't know?"
"Obviously not, Jes, what's going on?"
:"Connie, called, Tammy, last night, Charlie's been traded to the Leafs, they're moving to Toronto. I'm sorry buddy."
Guys blood ran cold in his veins. How could she do that to him, how could Charlie? It wasn't bad enough he'd already taken his wife from him, but now he was stealing his daughter. Were they ever friends?
"Yeah, thanks, Hall. I need to go, thanks for telling me. I'll talk to you later." As Guy hung the phone back up again, one lone tear trickled down his cheek. He'd lost it all, again.