(Day 6 of 30 in 30)
“Hey, beautiful girl.”
“Uh oh. What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t get it.”
“Wait- are you serious?!”
“I can’t believe this shit.”
“I’m so sorry, baby.”
“Damn. I wish I could at least give you a hug or something.”
“Yeah. On my way to the gym.”
“Skip the gym.”
This catches my attention. Mostly because he never tells me to skip the gym. For any reason of any kind. Not rain or snow or sleet. I am the goddamn USPS when it comes to making Zumba class because of him. Although I should admit, my waistline thanks him.
“Yep. We gotta Skype date.”
“I don’t know…” I trail off, mostly because I don’t feel like being charming or funny or, to be quite frank, nice to other people when I am feeling so shitty. There is also a small part of me that is feeling a bit vain; my hair is barely fluffed into a presentable halo of curls. I have been reeling from this disappointing news for days, and I haven’t bothered to put on any makeup. My boobs look cute though, so this gives me some hope.
“Yep. Gonna make a deal with you. Tomorrow we both gotta go spin. But tonight, we eat French fries and Skype. Deal?”
“Small fries.” Now I hear him smiling on his end of the phone.
“Deal. I’ll see you in an hour, pretty.”
“I really am sorry, you know.”
“I know you are.”
“I thought it would work out for you. I really did.”
“Me too. Though, I would think you would want things to work out this way.”
“Cuz for every professional setback I endure, I get closer and closer to moving there and just becoming your wife and a stay-at-home mom.”
“Well, I would love you here, of course. But not if it meant you had to be miserable to get you to me.”
4 thoughts on “Accepted Everywhere You Wanna Be”
ditto…what all of them just said.:-(
this gave me the sads. 😦
Oooooooh honey…your life is an Usher song. I'll let U figure out which one.
Heartstrings. Tugged. 😦