Now it was enough, this disaster had to be over. Steve thought to himself.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he knew that there was no way to continue on in this situation. He knew that it was time for him to leave, but first it was time to sort himself out and say goodbye to the love of his life.
His whole life he had loved his wife, not just in the sense of affection, but a genuine and unconditional love. He never felt anything like this for another woman, he was sure of that. Yet, there were moments when he found himself daydreaming about the woman, the life they could have had together.
What if he told his wife he was leaving, told the children he was leaving, showed them all he had been doing all this time?
As he thought for the final time, he realized it would all be for nothing and there was nothing he could do. He went over to the dresser in his room, took back a small framed photograph, and put it back on the dresser, as he had many mornings before.
An hour later, and Steve was sitting on the couch with a bottle of scotch in one hand and a picture of Luis clasped in the other.
He put his arm over the picture and looked at it for the last time, “you don’t know what today is, but today is the day that my wife was fired from my life. You see, she has been staying with her lawyer, a man with whom she has become very close.”
Steve looked back down at the picture for a brief moment, then back at the bottle, then back at the picture.
It wasn’t like he wanted to, but it had to be done. He didn’t want to lose his marriage, and he certainly didn’t want to get the kids involved with this situation.
Steve sighed, took one last gulp of scotch, stood up, and walked to the bedroom, he sat down on his bed and opened up his laptop. He looked at the picture again and smiled sadly, “you really don’t know what today is.”
He looked at his watch for a brief second then back down to his laptop, he typed in “Bastard” into Google, as he sat back and thought about his decision.
He would get a new wife, start over, have a life, and have kids. None of it would mean nothing, it simply wouldn’t be real for him. He took another gulp of scotch on the couch and went to bed.