The pattern was becoming clearer as I spoke it aloud, and it made my stomach turn.
“Within 6 months, I barely left the house except to work at the diner. Richard convinced me that staying busy was the only way to cope with losing you. So, I picked up extra shifts, worked doubles, anything to keep from thinking about how empty our bed felt at night.”
Blaine reached over and took my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my palm the way he used to when we were young. “I’m so sorry, Glenda. All those years you were working yourself to death, and I was sleeping under bridges…”
“And meanwhile, he was living like a king,” I finished bitterly.
“Do you want to know the worst part? He made me feel guilty for grieving too long. After about 2 years, he started making comments about how I needed to move on and stop wallowing in the past. Said you wouldn’t want me to be sad forever.”Track Savings
