The door slammed with a resounding thud. She was determined that her sudden departure would not go unnoticed by all being left behind. “I’m gone for good”, she wailed, although the last word was cut off by the noise of the door, so all those remaining folks just heard “I’m gone for…” leaving some thinking she was quite possibly heading to the store. So much for theatrics.
Bryan, her husband of many years, was propped on the couch, in his usual position, slouched back, with a beer in one hand and a bowl of popcorn between his legs. His first thought when she came storming thru the den was, “I hope she is headed out to pick up some nacho chips and more beer”. He hardly even noticed the rolling suitcase that clattered behind her over the tile floor. Of course Bryan, hardly noticed much of anything anymore, which was part of the whole problem.
The twins were in their bedroom, lounging in the bean bag chairs, headphones on, pretty much oblivious to anything outside their narcissistic world. They barely glanced up as she breezed by, thankful that she hadn’t stopped to yell at them to pick up their nasty clothes, strewn all over the floor or to start their homework, even though it was 8:30 pm and bedtime was 9. Geez, she was such a MOM…which in their minds should equate to personal slave that should do EVERYTHING for them. This too had added to the implosion in her head.
The dog had shredded the evening paper all over the kitchen floor and the cat, passing by, had determined that the paper piles were an extension of his litter box and had promptly proceeded to squat in the middle pile. He then sauntered away a short distance, took a break, stretched out and was licking his behind, not noticing the sopping smelling mess he had created nor the flurry of activity as his sole food provider left the premises. Just more ice on the tip of the berg?
The baby awoke screaming with the slamming door but between the blaring TV and the headphones went pretty much unnoticed, until the scent of his loaded diaper wafted down the hallway into the open bedrooms, with the piquant aroma finally layering like California smog in the den. “Honey, I think the baby needs changing”, yelled Bryan from the confines of the blanket he had tossed over his head in an attempt to quell the smell; he quickly forgetting that “Elvis had left the building” so to speak. Whining screeches emitted from the bedroom as well…”MOMMMM…. it stinks in here, Do something”. All pleas were to no avail as they were falling on ears gone out the door.
She had made it to the car, tossed her bag in the trunk and was sitting there fiddling with the GPS. The problem she had was not knowing where in the hell she wanted to go. She knew the answer fell somewhere between, hop a plane to Bali, the hotel two miles down the road or as a more realistic outcome, to her own bed with a good book and a glass of wine. Some peace and quiet was all she wanted, with a little appreciation tossed in from time to time. She really didn’t think it was much to ask, then she remember those of whom she was asking. Impossible..never happen, pipe dreaming.
The tears began to fall, slow but steady. Most times things bend. They sway back and forth with hardly a notation, then again, when you least expect it, they will bow to the wind , breaking with a snap. They swirl up and away as the turbulence pushes them down the road, out of control but not really caring.
As she finally came to the realization that this really wasn’t a snap decision or a sudden departure, but one that had been a long time coming; she turned the key, pulled out the drive and she was gone.
Thinking Ten Thursday: a sudden departure