Inside, I thought, “Roger, from now on, we’re quits.”
As I lay on the operating table, feeling my blood flow out, my complexion gradually paled.
Roger showed no concern for me, his eyes only for the unconscious Louise.
Only when she finally awoke did he exhale in relief.
I wandered out of the hospital, my mind foggy.
My lack of focus nearly led to a car accident, earning me curses from the irate driver.
At the office, I tendered my resignation.
Then, dragging my suitcase, I boarded a flight to leave it all behind.
As the plane touched down, I noticed a flurry of missed calls from Roger lighting up my phone. He must have received my resignation notice.
[Megan, what the hell is this? You’re just supposed to donate blood for Louise! Why resign? I’m giving you a day to come back! Otherwise, don’t come crying to me later]
I took a deep breath, my fingers hovering over the screen as I typed out two words: [We’re done.]
But it wasn’t long before Roger called again.
His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Megan, do you even hear yourself? You want to break up with me? Is this some kind of strategy? Stop messing around and get back here!”
He thought I was bluffing, that I wouldn’t actually walk away. After all, I used to love him fiercely. But this time, I was just too exhausted.
I calmly hung up and blocked all his contact information.
With my suitcase in tow, I found myself standing in front of my childhood home. I hesitated for a full three minutes before tentatively knocking on the door.
When my mother, Miranda Fox, opened the door, her expression darkened immediately.
“What are you doing back here, you little money pit? Shouldn’t you be off sweet–talking Roger into giving you a kid? You’re not getting any younger, you know. What if he decides he doesn’t want you anymore?”
Her words struck me like a punch to the gut.
Even though I had braced myself for her harshness, I felt my eyes welling up. I knew she wouldn’t welcome me back with open
arms.
It was laughable that I had even hoped for some comfort from her.
When Roger had his accident and became a vegetable, Miranda had been adamantly against our relationship.
“A money pit? After all I’ve done for you, you want to waste your life waiting for some guy who’s practically a corpse? Get lost! From now on, I’ll pretend I don’t have a daughter!”
But then, after Roger woke up and our company began to thrive, she switched gears, urging me to win him over and give him a son. If she found out I had broken up with him, I could only imagine the venomous words she’d unleash.
Shaking my head, I turned and walked away.
I rented a small anndment and sta
