As he speed down I-95 recklessly
He looks in his rear view mirror thinking about the argument he just had with his wife
His decisions, their child, their life
In his past he had made plenty mistakes but none like this
How could he have let it happen – there are things you just don’t !
And what happen is just …… bad
He hopes she can forgive him. He hope she will allow him to explain. He hope all the great memorabilia of their pas rain just rain down on her. He hope …………
Her breath and heart is…is skipping beats.
She can not control her feeling, her anger
It’s the walls, their closing
She leer at their son in pain knowing the grief his dad has shamed their home with
How could he ? Why would he ? Calling her home, Their home..?
She couldn’t stop pacing the dinning room floor thinking on her next move
She hope he understand the effect his derived. The trust, limited. She hopes that his action could rub off on his son. She hope he know he’s about to lose a good. She hope that some way they can try too….. She hope…..
He steps out the car, shuts the door and take a deep breath. It was time to prepare himself. Time to face his wife.
She had falling to sleep. The car door had awaken her . She looked at the clock which read 1:30 am. It was late but she had to prepare herself for which was to come..
He opened the front door to their home and walked in. It was quite. He removed his jacket than placed it on the coat rack.
She stood to her feet as soon as the door open. She saw his shadow on the wall reflecting from the kitchen light.
He hope they can make it through the night and talk it out.
She hope he wont to be to arrogant the and hear what she has to say.
He hope she don’t start with the name calling and bringing up the past.
She hope he don’t that he don’t get outrageous and destroy things in their home like last time.
They hope the other is thinking about their child. They hope the other will be open to hear the other out. They hope their home can remain a home.
He hope. She hope. They hope!