I knew pretty well what I was getting into and that it would come to this but then I never pictured that it would turn into a complete reality. We were in love but not to the point of being madly in love with each other. When he asked me to marry him, I took courage and said yes.
George is a nice man. He is not the boy-next-door type but he is oozing with a personality which is enough to melt her heart. It was never the cliché love at sight thing but there was a spark of mutual attraction between the two of us. It was undeniable and it made me feel that from that day on, we shouldn’t be apart from each other.
Tears fall and I don’t understand why I was still crying. I can’t find a good reason to sum it all up. All I knew is that I am hurt and I am broken.
“Mom I’m ready!” a voice called. My trip down memory lane came into a complete halt when my son appeared before me. Thirdy was all smiles as he looked at me.
I can’t face my son. How was I going to break it to him that this was going to be our last vacation as a family and that it wouldn’t go how the way we planned it? How was I going to tell him that George was not coming and that it would just be the two of us? That we would not be able to build sand castles like we always do in every summer getaway? I hastily wiped my tears and placed a smile.
“Then you better get in the car.”
I was still taken aback with the voice that I didn’t expect to hear. Why is he still here? We both agreed last night that it was over. He came face to face with us and I was trying my best to control the urge to slap him in front of Thirdy.
“Hi Love. Let’s make the most of the time tonight,” he whispered as he came near me.
I wanted to scream at him and kick his ass but seeing Thirdy with his eyes gleaming with joy had me thinking twice.
George went on to take our luggage and held my hand as if nothing happened last night. He wore a very relaxed and calm expression on his face.
“Dad, let’s drop by at this new convenient store and grab some sundae.”
Our son just turned 14 but he still likes ice cream and everything sweet and I knew that this is how he sees me and George, too. Perfect. Sweet.
“Hey young man, don’t forget your Mom’s favourite garden salad.”
I just had to close my eyes and thought as if I didn’t hear anything. Why does he still care about what I’m craving for? Was this his way of trying to win me back? What was he trying to do?
No. I am never going to let it happen. Last night was our end. Last night was ending of everything that we had.