Nothing can break us if we can get through this, I reasoned.
We were married in his parents’ lawn after graduation.
chairs that fold out. Cake from Costco. I got my dress from a sale.
My side of the family did not attend.
I kept looking out into the street, half expecting my parents to arrive in a fit of rage.
A few years later, we had a baby.
They didn’t.
We exchanged vows beneath a fictitious arch.both in health and in illness.”
It seemed more like a description of our current situation than a promise.
A few years later, we had a baby.
I pretended it didn’t hurt for fifteen years as I scrolled past my parents’ numbers.
Our son.
Old habits die hard, so I mailed my parents’ office a birth announcement.
No answer.
Not a card. No phone call. Nothing.
Fifteen years went by.
However, I thought we were powerful.
15 Christmases. Fifteen years have passed. I pretended it didn’t hurt for fifteen years as I scrolled past my parents’ numbers.
Even though life was difficult, we managed to get by.
He earned his degree online. got an IT remote job. He did it well. Be patient. Be calm. The man who, without going insane, could help someone’s grandmother reset her password.
Sometimes we got into arguments. regarding money. fatigue. Which crisis was handled by whom?
Voices came from the kitchen as I opened the front door.
However, I thought we were powerful.
We had made it through the most terrible night of our lives.
That’s what I thought, anyway.
Then, on an arbitrary afternoon, I left work early.
I was going to surprise him with his favorite takeaway since I had gotten off a few hours early.
It had been 15 years since I last heard her voice.
Voices came from the kitchen as I opened the front door.
My hubby had one.
I was immobilized by the other.
My mom.
My body knew even though I hadn’t heard her voice in fifteen years.
Her expression briefly changed to one of pain.
I entered.
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