With paper towel in hand, I sank to my knees to wipe the puddle of apple juice off my kitchen floor. I paused. The sound of the garage opening cramped my stomach. Not long ago, that same sound had made me smile. My husband, Gene, who loved me, was home from work and I anticipated lovely moments together.
But not now. Not anymore. His recent announcement that he couldn’t go on with our marriage because he found someone else shook my world.
He had someone else. And what I had was his rejection. The car door slammed and moments later, he came into the house. I groped to find the trashcan and tossed the wet paper towel. I turned in his direction and bit my lower lip. Those shoulders I hugged so many times during our eight years of marriage, I now wanted to shake. And that cheek I had kissed so often, I wanted to slap. I wanted to shout, “How could you? How could you betray me this way? Why now when I need you the most?”
But I didn’t. Rather than answers, he had excuses.
“Where are the kids,” he said under his breath.
“Playing in the basement,” I said.
My recent and unexpected blindness caught us both unprepared. At first he showed support during our desperate visits to specialists, to herbal healers, and even acupuncturists. We looked for hope. But instead, found the devastating confirmation that this retinal disease had no cure. And now, neither did our marriage.
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