Oh the drama

This is a prologue of sorts to something I started writing way back in 2005. I was in a dark place during that time, so I suppose that's where the drama comes from. It's a struggle to type it out and not make a million changes but I've refrained. I'd write this so differently now. Maybe I'll delve further into her story sometime.


She had to leave him.

She had finally realized the grim reality.

She also finally understood that that big "sign" she was waiting for wasn't going to happen. His passivity would never end. There would be no dramatic or heroic gestures to make her change her mind. Maybe he too, knew it was over.

So it came as a bit of a shock to her that she could feel so much pain, standing before him, telling him it was over.

But, true to form, he said nothing. Did nothing to change her mind. So that even though she felt as though her life was falling apart around her, her resolve held.

She cried all night long. In her best friend's guest bedroom she cried until she couldn't cry anymore. When the tears finally stopped, just as the sun was rising on the horizon, she let out a loud, ragged sigh.

A sigh of fear.

A sigh of acceptance.

A sigh of relief...



And here's part of what I wrote beyond that...



Eighteen months later...

It had been rough at first. He hadn't contested anything in the divorce. There had been no late night phone calls or mad rushes into bed for the familiarity of it all. He hadn't turned mean or bitter. His passivitiy hurt her to the core and reinforced that she had been right. He woulc never love her the way she needed to be loved.


Like I said. OH, the drama.