SAVING ME
You will make all kinds of mistakes: but as long as you are generous and true and also fierce you cannot hurt the world or even seriously distress her.- Winston Churchill
"Your what?' Dan stuttered, as though he had heard wrong, I knew he hadn't. in fact, I almost found the situation humorous. Dan Scott stuttered, who knew? "I'm pregnant, you're going to be a grandpa." Dan looked stunned. I couldn't blame him, I was pretty floored myself.
"Is it Nathan's?" His question stung, how dare he ask me that. "No, it's the milkman's, of course it's Nathan's." "Just making sure." he muttered, looking like he had just heard a comet was heading for Earth and the end of the world was imminent.
"How long have you known?" "I found out the day of the wedding." I said, "Kinda ironic really, gained a child but lost my husband." Dan looked at me, I think he understands my need for the sarcasm, to add a bit of humour, distancing myself from the issue.
"What are you planning on doing about it?" I gazed into his eyes, "I'm keeping it." He looked at me and nodded. "I'll help you anyway I can." he once again turned to leave. "Why are you being nice to me?" He looked at me and shrugged, "I honestly don't know." I look at him, his answer isn't even an answer, yet it satisfies me. I understand him, and that frightens me.
Dan leaves, and I am forced to ponder the thought, if I understand him, does that mean I am like him? That I could have anything in common with that despicable man? Or perhaps it means that he has something in common with me, that perhaps under all those years of hate and resentment, betrayals, lies, backstabbing, and abandonment, that there is something more to Dan Scott then meets the eye? That there is a tiny speck of him that cares? That feels? And if so, does that mean there is a way to salvage the good side of him? To save him from his own damnation?