Chapter 1- 3650 Bloody Days
Bridget called from another room, “Mark, what day is it?”
“It’s Saturday,” he replied. She walked into the home office holding two ties, “Yes but what is the date?”
“Today is the 23rd of June,” Marks facial expression changed instantly.
She held them both up to his shirt, trying to decipher which one looked best, “And what is significant about today’s date?”
“10 years ago today I divorced Livia.”
“Which means your 10 year vow has finally come to an end.” She smiled as she looped one of the ties around his neck and began tying it. “Your free to do what you like. You have waited 10 whole years before getting romantically attached to someone new, you have kept living with her despite what she did. You produced a stable relationship that your children could depend on. It’s time for you to move on and find someone.” She stepped back to examine her work.
“I’m not ready, I can’t do that to Livia nor my children.”
“Your children understand that you have to move on, you are not doing anything wrong. Livia was the one who had an affair with that photographer not you. You have fulfilled your promise,” Bridget became angered. “Not only have you waited 10 years but so have I. All 3650 bloody days.”
“Let’s not argue about this, please Bridget not today,” mark pleaded.
“I have been so patient, so supportive and polite. I never showed weakness nor sadness,” tears welled in Bridget’s eyes.
“Nobody loves me anyway,” Mark expressed. That was the final straw.
“How ridiculous.” She raised her voice. “Well if you bloody well asked I would tell you,” she said as she went to storm out of the room, she got to the doorway when she heard, “What’s that supposed to mean, and where are you going?” She stormed down the hall and yelled back, “Getting your tea like the secretary I am.” She stormed past Mark’s two youngest sons Luca and Matteo and his band mates. Who were practicing but stopped to listen to what was happening.
“Would you boys like anything?” she said politely as she kept walking trying to conceal the fact she was crying.
“Never mind, don’t answer that I’ll get you the usuals.” She grabbed the car keys off the bench and kept walking out the front door and climbed into the drivers seat of the car and just sat there crying. Mark emerged from the front door and slowly walked towards the car and knocked on the window. Bridget rolled it down not looking at him.
“Get out of the car,” he said forcefully.
She put on her sunglasses and looked at him. “Why?”
“Because you don’t know how to drive,” he reminded her. She began to cry more. “Bridget please get out of the car.” She opened the car door and got out, he pulled her into a hug. “Let go. Mark! Bloody let go of me! I need time and space to think.” When he let go, he watched her walk down the pavement as once again he let her slip through his fingers.
