I closed the door behind me, still smiling over Drew’s kiss. I walked through the hall and into the family room beyond.
Me: Hey Da—
I stopped, horror filling every particle of my being.Littered around the room were millions of brochures, printouts, photos, plane schedules,etc.
Him(casually): Hey Cynthia, I thought we could talk—
Me(harshly): No.
He looked at me in surprise.Him:You don’t want to go to Britain? Just for spring break…
Me: No.
He frowned, confused at my reaction, I’d never refused to go anywhere. Him:Why?
I was on the edge of losing it. Me(through gritted teeth): Because it’s never a vacation. It’s and excuse, it’s an apology. It’s a way for you to feel like you aren’t such a crappy father for making me move again.
Him: I—
I lost it. Me:I’M NOT MOVING !
Him(blushing): I didn’t say we were moving—
Me: Not yet. You just wait until I’m out of the country to tell Me, so that I can’t do anything about it.
Him(horrified): Cynthia—
But I ran from the room, sobbing.