So it continues

It is surreall to arrive at this house and find no one about.  The quiet, in the past always welcomed, has become oppressive.  The neighborhood remains under a blanket of snow and shows few signs of rousing.  The neighbors are just returning from work.   I stand at the front door, and can hear the occasional opening and closing of the doors of others.  But soon my door will be closed, then locked. 

The night is looming, and who knows where my husband is.  With her, whether on the phone or in person, but still with her.  Oh, and she only wanted to close the door on their past.  They both care so little for their families.  They cry the tears of oppression -- their words like words stolen from a Dr. Phil episode.

So the day is over now. Time to go home to the empty house, no children, no husband, a house intact, a family forgotten.

After St Valentine's Day

The curtains must be opened, if for no reason other than to see that the weekend is over. Thankfully, it is a new week. Now it is time to go to work, which gives a reason to leave the house. I know when I open the front door I can will myself to forget the long lonely weekend. I have to invent my weekend for coworkers. After all after so many years of marriage surely we must have done something. Surely, we were together and we toasted our years together, our life together. We could have reminisced about the children, our first apartment, the kisses stolen over the heads of sleepy children. Please let it be that he did not spend the weekend with his ex-wife. The woman who drove him to such despair; the woman I never knew but always lived with; the woman he claims reached out to him on facebook because she needed closure. But they were together.  I simply know.

You know those phone calls to the house phone were her. You know she is dishonest. You know he is dishonest. I wonder of her husband. Does he notice that they are not on each other's "Friends List" but she is on her ex-husband's Friends List, yes my husband's Friends List. I wonder why  her closure is important to my husband, and ask why have I and our familyhave become the things forgotten. Why has she become important or even a part of our lives and why are we things forgotten.