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Topic: Conversation (face to face) (10/07/10)
TITLE: I Miss You
By Heather Palmer
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“Please, wait. Don’t go. I’m sorry too.” He woke with a start, sweating, breathing hard. Alone in his bed, he began to pray, the only solace for his aching soul. As his pounding heart resumed a steady pace, his mind remembered, and pleaded to go back and undo what had been done. To say what should have been said. To love like he had promised to.
It had been a time of unbelievable busyness. As the children grew, so did the corporate ladder. The kids went from preschool to high school before his eyes. The hamster wheel was spinning fast and he was hanging on for dear life. He had done the right thing, hadn’t he? The clothes, computers, movies and toys. They needed those things, right? And his Beloved, she needed their home on Expensive Avenue, didn’t she? The lifestyle that imprisoned him sixty hours a week was viewed by the company as exemplary, and soon he was awarded overseas clients. Hotels and airports were quickly becoming his home. It was for his family that he traveled, wasn’t it?
While he was career building around the world, she was managing the home. The numerous hats she wore were becoming heavy. Being everything to everyone was wearing her thin. She was busy all of the time with no relief, and she was lonely. She wanted to talk to her husband, really talk, about her dreams for their future. About the kids, and how fast they’re growing. She missed him.
The day started out badly. After fitful sleep she failed to hear the alarm go off and overslept. Time only allowed for a quick shower and ponytail. She put on a pink sweat suit and mascara. Her reflection showed a few extra pounds and dark circles under her eyes. The kids were already bickering downstairs about who ate all the cereal and which one gets the front seat on the way to school.
Dark clouds filled the sky and were spitting rain. The kids were shoving to get in the passenger’s seat as she jerked the driver’s door open and threw her purse on the floor beside her. “Just get in. We’re late.” The wheels spun on the wet pavement as she accelerated out the driveway. The fuel gauge dinged its bell, empty. “Oh great!” She pulled into the gas station and filled up in record time. Pulling into the school on two wheels, she nearly opened the doors and shoved the kids out. She had promised to take her mother to a doctor’s appointment and she was going to be late.
It wasn’t her habit to answer the phone while driving, but she was distracted and hurried and desperately needing her husband. It was his number on the screen.
She picked up, “Hi Honey.”
He was on his way back from seeing a client, driving the many miles home. “Hi, How are you today?”
“Oh, we had a rough morning, but I’m okay. How are you? I can’t wait to see you tonight. I have a nice dinner planned and the kids are going to bed early. I miss you.”
“I miss you too. Umm, I have some bad news. My boss wants me to head out as soon as I get back . Our new client is having a problem and they need someone there ASAP.”
“Umm, Honey? You still there?”
“They need someone ASAP, huh? What about me? I need someone ASAP! You tell them ‘no’ and come home. They can send someone else.”
“Sweetheart, I can’t do that. I could lose my job. I thought you were happy with our life, with my career.”
“Do you realize we talk more on the phone than face to face? Oh never mind. Fine. Let me know when you’ll be back.”
“Hey, come on, don’t do this. Don’t be mad.”
“I’ll see you when you get…”
As the cell phone fell from her hand it did not disconnect. He heard it all, the squealing brakes, crunching metal, shattering glass.
The last thing he heard from his Beloved’s mouth, a scream.
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