Monday, April 27, 2015

What I was Thinking When Tom Came

“Maybe I should sell the car to someone else then,” I heard Tom say with an agitated element in his voice. My heart jumped. I looked in the mirror one last time, I looked fabulous as always. Now I had to be discrete. I couldn’t give be too obvious but my longing for Tom was hard to hide. We made eye contact when I was at the top of the steps. Our eyes locked, communicating our little secret in that small glance. Say something my sub-conscience yelled! “If you’re talking business I’m the one you want to talk to.”  Tom looked flawless as always. He had a nice suit on and looked clean shaven. Tom and I were both unhappy with the ones we were married too. He once loved Daisy but I never loved George. Tom was the only one I ever really cared about. Tom gave me a wink and handed me some money and told me we were going to a hotel. I pleaded for a dog first and he granted my wish. I picked out a knock off fire truck dog but it was a dog nonetheless. When we reached the hotel my sister and her friends came and entertained Nick. What a stick in the mud, but good with keeping secrets. He was drunk and to the looks of me it was definitely one of his first times with the liquid poison. I was in a room alone with Tom when he brought up Daisy. Daisy, Daisy, Daisy! My mind raged. Is that who he thought of when he was with me? Why was I sacrificing a solid, but not enjoyable, marriage if there was a possibility of Tom still being in love with Daisy? The nerve! I had more respect for myself. I was boiling with anger when I said my thoughts out loud. “DAISY DAISY DAISY!” I screamed at him as we walked into the main room where everyone was. “You don’t have the right to say her name!” he said to me. How dare he? I don’t have the right? Louder I kept saying her name when my beloved Tom struck me across the face. My sister and my friends came to me as a crashed to the ground. Why did I get myself in this situation? Why was I with a man I didn’t love? Why was I in love with a man who was ashamed of me? Just what in the world was I thinking? 

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