After We Fall

“So soon?” Jaime asked as the server set their drinks on the table between us.

“Yes. At first I thought it was just a really intense physical thing, but…” I shivered, remembering the night he’d bared his troubled soul. “It was emotional, too. And it felt good, at least to me.”

“So why did he break it off?” Claire wondered.

“Honestly, he didn’t really give me a reason. We had a great day yesterday, and then…” I lowered my voice. “Last night we had sex on the living room floor of his house, where he’d lived with his wife, and it was really intense. Right after that, he suddenly ended things. Said we never should have gotten involved in the first place.”

“Aha. You scared him.” Jaime sounded confident as she sat back. “That’s what I used to do, before Quinn. As long as it was just sex with a guy, I was fine, but if there was any chance of an emotional attachment, I was out of there.”

“You even tried to do it with Quinn,” Claire reminded us.

Jaime nodded. “Totally. And I didn’t have the baggage Jack has. Maybe he just needs some time and distance. Gain a little perspective. That’s what I needed.”

“Maybe,” I said. “But we exchanged some pretty harsh words last night. And I flat out asked him to give me a chance, and he said no.”

“Well, don’t give up. He might surprise you.” Jaime sipped her drink. “And if he doesn’t, it’s his fucking loss, because you’re amazing.”

“And strong.” Claire patted my arm again. “You’re one of the strongest women I know.”

“I’m not,” I said, feeling like a fraud. “I’ve spent my entire life just doing what I’m told Thurber women do, playing the role of dutiful daughter and society debutante. I can’t think of one decision I made for myself that I’m proud of or one risk I took.”

“I can,” Jaime said loyally. “You quit your job and came to work with me. That was a risk.”

“Not really.” I wasn’t going to let them talk me into liking myself. “I was never going to be poor.”

“When Tripp said he didn’t want to get married last year, you broke things off. And you said no to him when he proposed, even though part of you wanted to say yes,” Claire added. “That was not easy.”

“I didn’t want to marry that jerk,” I said. “I just liked the ring, which makes me shallow.”

“Well, you should be proud as hell that you threw those scones. I’m proud of you.” Jaime shook her head. “God, I wish I’d been there.”

I allowed a tiny smile to work its way onto my lips. “I guess I’m proud of that.”

“See? And you can still make changes to your life. You don’t have to play any role you don’t want to,” she went on. “If you don’t want to work at Shine anymore, tell me. We can figure things out.”

“No, I do. I like the work. I like helping people grow their dreams.” I sighed, swirling the last sips of gin in my glass. “It’s not that I don’t like my life. I love my family, my friends, my work. And I’d be lying if I said being Margot Thurber Lewiston is really that tough. It’s not. I mean, what do I actually lack? It’s selfish to want more than I have, isn’t it?”

“Margot, it’s OK to want to share your life with someone,” Claire said. “No one thinks you’re selfish just because you want someone to love, and someone to love you back.”

The lump was back in my throat. “I do want that. And crazy as it sounds, I had this gut feeling Jack could have been that someone. I’m just so frustrated and sad he doesn’t see it.”

My friends looked at me sympathetically. “I wish I had more advice,” Jaime said. “But love is strange. When you’re looking for it, it knows just where to hide. When you’re not, it jumps out and clobbers you on the head.”

“Don’t I know it,” said Claire, tipping back her drink. “Maybe that’s what we’re doing wrong, Gogo. We’re looking.”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, you guys. I’m being a complete downer and I’m totally monopolizing the conversation. I had a disappointment, but I’ll survive.” A shaky smile made its way to my lips. “I actually started making this list of things I want to do while I was up there.”

“Like a bucket list?” Jaime ate one of the olives from the stick in her martini.

“No, more like Margot Thurber Lewiston’s To-Do List for Having a Funner, More Fulfilling Life.”

Claire grinned. “What’s on it?”

“Stop fearing 30. Ride horses. Learn to Cook. Get involved with the food justice movement. Get a tattoo.” It came out of nowhere, but as soon as I said it, I realized it was true.

“Wow,” Jaime said for the third time today. “It’s like a whole new Margot. What happened to you up there?”

“It wasn’t just up there,” I said. “I mean, it was definitely an intense week, but looking back over the last year or so, maybe even longer, I think this awakening has been a long time coming.”