She pulled out of the driveway and turned up the music, not too loud or she wouldn’t hear if the kids called out. They were both chatting away merrily in the back seat. But that could change in an instant, she knew that better than anyone. She had to keep her wits about her and keep her emotions in check. She would have to leave them in November when her visa expired. She was sad to leave but happy at the thought of seeing her family again, after her year abroad. The fleeting moment of happiness evaporated as she realised that she would also have to face HIM.
“I’m not ready to make nice, I’m not ready to back down. I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go ’round and ’round and ’round.”
Did the Dixie Chicks go through the same thing she was experiencing right now? Cos they sure as hell nailed her emotions with these song lyrics. She’d listened to this song over and over in the last week. Sometimes it would bring her to tears and sometimes it would just add fuel to the fire of rage that burned within. So may times she had imagined getting off the plane, walking right to him and smacking him hard across his almost cherubic face.
She thought back to their last conversation. On mobile chat. He didn’t even have the decency of making a lousy (albeit overseas) phone call. “I couldn’t keep it from you anymore, it’s been eating me up inside.” She wondered if she was supposed to feel sympathy for his sudden attack of conscience? He felt no stab of guilt for the weeks before he came out with the truth. And he had been unfaithful for a month. A. Whole. Damn. Month.
“Forgive? Sounds good. Forget? I’m not sure I could. They say time heals everything, but I’m still waiting”
This post was in response to the Daily Prompt: Mad as a Hatter