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She has to deal with the emotional trauma of splitting with a spouse, he in contrast has to deal with the loss of a long term relationship with his spouse, he also has to deal with loss of the normal relationship with his children which may have been closer and far more intense then the spousal relationship ever was.
Sometimes couples stay together solely because the husband can not stand the idea of becoming separated-divorced from his children.
My rage exploded out of my mouth like bullets from a machine gun."Ryyyannn! ""You really might be able to see us, we sit exactly 14 rows behind the Jazz players." He had replied. 14 rows."Just stay quiet and agree with whatever I say,” I whispered to Melissa as we approached one of the entries."Good evening Miss, can I see your ticket please? He won't be here, I comforted myself, and if he is, he'll be with friends. Years spent telling friends "no" so I could wait around at home on the off-chance Ryan would be able to sneak away. I walked directly in front of him, my body quivering with rage. I slapped the glass of amber colored Glenlivet from his grasp. Blood was spurting from the center of my hand where my palm had connected with the glass, leaving behind a torn flap of skin."Oh, Monica." Ryan was crying now. Still, he clung to my hand, pulling me to the kitchen where he wrapped a dish towel around the bloody mess, pressing the damp cloth into my palm. Once he left, she and I were walking out of the restaurant together when we ran into our old group of friends who go to the Jazz games.
As I pressed onward, Melissa in tow, those words kept replaying in my head. We stepped into the arena and walked to the edge of the concrete platform. Years of agonizing nights alone while he went to "family obligations" with his wife. These wasted years and years had culminated in this single, horrifying moment in time. While he was building his new home, Ryan was living in a condominium less than a mile from my apartment. The expression on his face was something I didn't expect. The glass launched from his loose grasp and shattered against the wall. Silent tears streaked his bleak expression."Don't touch me you liar! We stood there in the dark silence, listening to each others’ ragged breathing."It's not what you think." He finally chanced."That is such BULLSHIT! " I fell silent when, uncharacteristically, he raised his voice."I WAS meeting Jenna and her dad about our taxes.
Ryan was above me, chatting amiably to the man and woman seated next to him. Once home (and a few shots of Jagermeister to calm my frazzled nerves later), excruciatingly painful sobs tore out of my chest and ripped upward through my throat.
I could see it in his eyes, feel it in his gestures, hear it in the slight waver of his usually confident voice. I stayed through a year of meeting in darkened movie theater parking lots two towns away from ours, while all the rest my friends were out partying. ""I don't know what you're talking about.""Bullsh*t! If they are, indeed, happily married, I don't want to rock their happy family boat, I just want to know the truth. She went to socialize with her uppity girlfriends.""You are SO worried about keeping up appearances! If there are problems, like me dating our old babysitter, for chrissakes, she will make my life AND YOURS a living hell! I'm just a helpless spectator, yet the fate of my life hangs in the balance too. The stupid girl that dates a married guy who claims he is divorcing. And he never will."I stood up, cradling my bloody, dish toweled hand to my chest and walked out of his condominium for the last time.
Two years later, I was pushing 23 and still pushing for my 'boyfriend' to get a divorce. The car door slammed behind Melissa and I was left to my own nervous devices. " concern played across Melissa's graceful features. If his Jaguar is there, he's taken the shuttle to the Utah Jazz game. I could see his briefcase nestled on the buttery leather passenger seat. Maybe he had a quick business meeting with Jenna and her dad, then went to the Jazz game on his own. I scuttled back to Melissa and broke the news."Drive to the Delta Center," I commanded. "I leaned against the refrigerator and slumped slowly to the floor."I just can't take it anymore. You withhold information to keep me from getting upset, but discovering the truth is worse.
"If you want to be married just tell me," I pleaded. When I threatened to leave, he'd shout, "But I'm 40, I've been married twice and I've never been in love until now. I could feel the scorn of friends who were privy to the situation. I was ready to slap the phone closed when I heard Ryan's voice - only he wasn't talking to me. I'd only been to the Delta Center once, years before, for a Pearl Jam concert. I wonder if I leave my ID card here with you, if we could run in, grab the spare keys and run out? I know right where their seats are.” I beam my best I'm a god-fearing-Mormon-gal-who-still-attends church -regularly-look."Sure thing, sweetheart.
While they giggled about cute boys and bar make-outs, I remained conspicuously quiet. "When Jenna arrives tell her I'm in the restroom," his faraway voice said. The gigantic building loomed imposingly above me, a solid marriage of concrete and steel. Don't bother about leaving your ID." He gave me a leering wink and Melissa and I sailed inside the building.