Scene 3: Fightin' Dirty

Fight. That's what I needed to do. I needed to fight for my man. 

Now it's important to note here that when I was teenager I vowed that I would never get into a fight with another girl about a boy/man. I mean, what was the point? If he didn't want me then fuck 'em, right? I am not afraid of a fight, mind you. I have a big brother so throwing down wasn't the issue. It was the idea that I would fight over a man? Nah, not me. 

Fast forward several decades and here I sit in a room at my mother-in-law's house trying to figure out how to fight for my man. I felt like I was in enemy territory. I was surrounded by his family and I didn't have anyone to turn to here. I was feeling very isolated. 

We tipped toed around each other for a day or so. At that point we were saying out loud that we were breaking up. But inside my head I was working on a game plan. Something...anything to keep my marriage together. But what? 

One thing I had was proximity. He was with me. I needed to take full advantage of the fact that we were in the same place. 

We talked. He told me repeatedly that he loved me but he wasn't in love with me. (I swear if I hear that bullshit sentence one more time in this lifetime I will kill someone.) Every time he said it, a slice of my heart was cut away. 

I tried hard to understand where he was coming from but I was getting desperate. So did the only thing I could think of at the time. I used what I had. Sex. I was sure that if I could reach him in this way, that I could him back to his senses. And it kind of worked. We began relaxing with each other. We were starting to be a little more like our normal selves. I felt confident that I found the missing link. He just needed to get laid and everything would be alright again. 

I was anxious to finish our time in California and get back home for the last week of his trip. He just needed to remember us and our life. All I had to do was get him back to our house and our life and all of the pieces would fall back together. He needed to cut the grass, play with the dogs, sleep in his own bed and balance would be restored. 

But was I right? 

Back here sooner than you think!

Mona