The Beginning of the End: Prelude to the Divorce Chronicles

The home where I lived with my husband when this was written in 2005.
The home where I lived with my husband when this was written in 2005. | Source

November 2, 2005

It's early, maybe 7 p.m., if that late. Her husband is in the bed watching television. Her child is watching television in his room. Like father like son. She should be doing something with him—some boy thing like playing G.I. Joe or football or something. She’s just so tired, and he’s not complaining. He never complains, her golden child. Yet he deserves so much more.

She makes herself a mug of hot tea and goes outside. She lights a fire in the outdoor fireplace and sits on a bench to watch it burn, thinking it would be nice to have someone to snuggle with on this crisp autumn night. The embers burn low, so she gathers a few leaves and puts them in the pile. They burn nice and bright and hot, but only for a short while. And then it's back to chilly darkness. What does she know of starting a fire? Ah, but Boy Scouts will begin next year, and then she will learn.

She pours lighter fluid on the fire, gathers some sticks. She coaxes it to life, hoping it will last a tad bit longer. She watches the neighbor next door make a sandwich in his kitchen--not meaning to be a peeping Tom. He should have closed his blinds as she does. She listens as the neighbors behind her putter in their garage. She hears the neighbors next to them moving in. And she thinks it's a pity that she has to go outside to find some sort of life, to not feel so alone, so trapped.

She sips her tea. She wishes things were different. She’s wondering might the moving truck be parked in her drive next. At least she has enjoyed all four seasons in her new home. No need to borrow trouble from tomorrow, she supposes. Scarlet would have saved that for another day.

Her hands ache from her work and the frigid night air. So tired. Too tied for being this young. In two more days, she would turn forty. Nearly twelve hours put in today, and yet there’s more to be done. Must keep the lights on. Must keep the pantry stocked. The boy’s shoes are growing small. And there will be Christmas to consider. The smell of winter fast approaching is in the air. The dreaded winter.

Her husband has all but shut down already in contemplation of it. It will be awhile before the mania of the holidays sets in, and he comes alive again, but only for a few brief weeks. Once the sales are over and money is gone, he will be back in bed—and she will be left with the mountain of bills to ponder. It isn’t fair, she muses. But then, no one told her it would be.

Her cocker spaniel, barks at the rustling leaves and sniffs the fire. Looking up, the faithful canine wonders why Mistress is so downcast. Once petted and told what a good girl she is, Maggie lies down beside her and takes it all in.

The fire has almost gone completely out. No use trying again. It will just end the same. By morning only the smell and ash will linger to let her know it was not a dream. She pours the remainder of her tea, now cold, on the embers and watches them sizzle out. She turns out the patio lights. She goes inside and locks the door and returns to the silence within.

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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

Beautiful , I enjoyed every moment of it , almost carried away , looking to see what you had at the bottom , if the end or to be continued, I saw none , but. Saved I understand now ,

Nice writing keep it up.

Blessings.


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cgreen7090 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

Sky, there is more in the links that tells more about what I went through and what came of it and how I began writing. Also, there are more parts of what I like to call "The Divorce Chronicles," I just haven't gotten it all put on here. Thanks for stopping by and reading.


ThomasRydder 5 years ago

Good Lord, woman!! Is there anything you HAVEN'T gone through? It's amazing to me you aren't just sitting in a room somewhere staring at the distance and drooling on your shirt...

Wonderfully told, and superbly written, and ok, stop reading this and start writing the NEXT installment!! Your newest fan is waiting :)TR


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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

I will try to find your links , the hubber Cardisa was kind enough to help me with an issue with mine . It will be quite helpful to me if you can help a little ,I love the story . They are blocking two of my writing, it's only t aggravating because I will use my work regardless

Whats good is a problem one don't know of?

Nothing underlined ,liake a spell ck, I went over it many times . One love . I sent you an e/mail a while now , have you gotten it?

Blessings


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cgreen7090 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

Thank you,Thomas! And Sky, I'm not sure what you're needing help with.


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cgreen7090 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

P.S. Have I not told you the stories of losing my mom to breast cancer? My dad to a rare brain disease? My mother-in-law to leukemia (She and my mom were hospitalized at the same time), growing up with an alcoholic father who broke his neck not once, but twice? I am no stranger to trials. I have to look at them as opportunities to share God's faithfulness to me with others. As far as sitting in the room drooling--I haven't done that yet. I may have come close. A lot of prayer, a lot of counseling, a good family support system, and the writing all help. Blessings to you today. I wish I had time for another installment, but will have to wait until I get today's work done. :)


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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

Don't answer until it's convenient for you, life is about possibilities never excuses .

Extremely sorry about your folks , but rejoicing that you did not exercise the option of sitting in the room drooling ,that would have compounded the problem , the Most High God solves problems then uses your strenght to bless others. We can only share from that which we possess.

It's a thing of beauty witnessing your strength.

Give thanks..


ThomasRydder 5 years ago

Well, you have a constitution of steel and rawhide, tell you that. Bravo for holding faith to your breast. It never leads you wrong. I'd invite you to read one of your follower's hub - Jenjen0703 - she is writing a fascinating series on her early life. "Victim of a senseless crime". You should check it out :)TR


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cgreen7090 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

will do! Thanks.


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miss butterfly 5 years ago

Only those who have been through or are going through a divorce can really relate to what you expressed. How alone one feels before the decision is made to divorce is unreal. Thank you for sharing.


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cgreen7090 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

You're welcome Miss Butterfly. Thanks for stopping by.


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Lola1929 5 years ago from Oregon

What a heartbreaking story. So beautifully written. Thank you for painting this soulful picture. It's so sad.

Love from Lola


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cgreen7090 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

Thank you Lola. It was a sad picture. Thankfully I chose to change my life.


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tammyswallow 5 years ago from North Carolina

Very well done. It speaks to me about my own divorce. Great analogies.


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cgreen7090 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

Thanks for your input Tammy!


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RedElf 5 years ago from Canada

There is a saying: "into each life some rain must fall" - sounds to me like you've come through a few downpours, kiddo. I see from your work that we own some of the same t-shirts. Rated up and shared - a very well-written and moving piece.


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cgreen7090 5 years ago from Tennessee Author

Thanks for stopping by RedElf...Those are T-shirts I would rather not have earned. I write. It helps. And even then, you have those that it angers, who would have you remove it,so that it does not exist. But it did and does, and if it helps someone else, I'm going to say it. There, off my soapbox. Again, thanks for your kind words.

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