If you leave, I won't cry...The bedroom door opened.
“Oh, I hope we aren’t keeping you up” Anna, oblivious to my physical state, reached into the cabinet and took a wineglass out of the cabinet.\
“Here, I know you are used to drinking wine in a proper glass.”
The crystal was a product I sold several years ago. Cut Irish Crystal. Not the illegal drug. The glass had a fine etching of a blossom, the Icon for Princess House crystal, from a time so long ago, I can barely remember.Debra came out and did an about face, scurrying back to the bedroom.
Great, now she is afraid to face me.
She came back with a shirt and tossed it to Anna, eliminating any exchange directly with me. I wanted to assign that behavior to my lack of clothing, but I knew it was something much more.The bathtub was close to overflow, so I took my wine, and the shirt, which I refused to put on, in my hand. I tossed it into the bedroom and went to my ablutions.
I could hear the rattling of keys and then the front door close. I started to cry. All this uncertainty, this wicked, painful love. It was not supposed to be this way. My heart was breaking. I could feel it physically dividing. The fear and betrayal was more than I could take. Why? Why did she choose to destroy so much, so many? How could she? What kind of person does this?