Hi, everyone, and even more new subscribers. Thank you! Long story short, whilst I visited my family in Florida, he ended our marriage via text. See Chapter 82 for a bit longer journey recap and that story here. I hope you all actually had the day off and did something nice. Paul Magazine in Minnesota wanted an interview.
Trying to retrieve thoughts was like finding them in molasses and my brain felt garbled and confused. It was quite an alien feeling. And then I did an editing test. I was nervous to see him again. Aloof and okay? I felt sorry for him. When I arrived in Kentucky, only Benoit and my brother-in-law were there. I made Easter baskets for the nephews obvs not the wisest choice with my precarious finances who were also in Lebanon with my sister-in-law. I was sad I never got to see them again. It was like the death of lots of people at once.
The house had three bedrooms on the main floor, a guest suite upstairs where we were staying , and three bedrooms in the basement with a bathroom. The basement not dark and dingy as we sometimes associate basements was dug out from the side of a hill so it had glass doors on the back that led to a patio.
Of course, they were highly intelligent, accomplished children, and all went to a posh local Montessori school. They were truly wonderful boys, all three of them. One night as we lay in the dark, I held his hand and he held mine back.
I remember him getting the dreaded phone call that his father had died. He sat on the stairs down to the main floor of the house and I held him from behind. He berated himself for flying back too soon, for not being there for his father, but especially his mother. I suppose he was conscious of how much time he could take from work. Benoit and my brother-in-law were flying to Lebanon and I was driving to icy Minnesota by myself.
