Sorrows

Porto Wine was always your favorite.

We drank it on our first date.

We drank it on the day you proposed to me.

We drank it at our wedding, and on our honeymoon.

And now I am here, drinking my sorrows away with it.

It’s your birthday, so I planned a little surprise for you. You had been working so hard. We were planning on having a baby. You said you wanted to save up a lot of money before it. Your parents always struggled with it, so I understood the decision.

Undeniably, it affected our relationship. The late shifts, the missed texts and calls, and the lack of your touch, but I knew we would get through this.

Today you were different. The breathtaking kiss you gave me, while your hands caressed my body.

“I Love you sunshine”. How long had it been since I heard those marvelous words?

You were coming earlier today. I set up a small table with two chairs. The tablecloth resembled the one on our first date, in that weird Italian place, that didn’t have pasta, meatballs, or pizza. The acclaimed Porto Wine was in the center of the table.

I had everything ready.

I texted, I called … no answer. Time flew by. The food got cold. The night came. My body shivered. My tears dried. Until you called.

“Jason!” “Where are you?”

I could hear loud music playing, like in a club.

“Jason!” “JASON!”

Suddenly, all I could catch were what sounded like people making out, and then I heard it.

“Happy birthday baby!”

“Thank you, baby. Damn … You look so beautiful”

“All for you my love”

It completely shattered my heart earing those words. After drowning my sorrows in this delicious wine, a thought came to mind.

“I guess I’m drinking this wine in my divorce too”.