Scene 2: Growing Apart?

So we're back to the surreal fireworks display going on over my head while my world explodes right in my face.

He's telling me that we've grown apart? What? Grown apart? When? Just 6 months ago we had the best time of our lives. I never sensed one ounce of trouble then? When did we grow apart?

According to him he had been feeling that way for a year or so. When asked why he never said anything to me, he says that he was 'just trying to figure out why I was feeling this way.' I immediately call bullshit on this play, but whatever.

*side note - it has taken me a year to analyze this whole 'grow apart' crap. I will acknowledge that when he left for his duty stations I got to stay home and live my life normally, so I never 'grew apart' from anything. He was out there 'growing apart' on his own. Well I don't think he grew anywhere except in his selfishness. But I will concede the 'apart' part. See...I'm not *all* bitter!

So, here we are and I am ready to leave and go back home. I talk to my very wise mother who insists, "Don't you go anywhere, girl. You better stay there and fight!" 

So fight is what I decided to do. And trust me, I end up pretty battered and bruised in the end. 

See you back later!