Immediately I felt guilty and tried to explain, “We can’t stay separated forever. I figured you would want to move on with your life.”
“Like you do.”
I took a steadying breath and ignored the accusation. “I’m just trying to give us both peace.”
“I’ve heard that about divorce. It’s such a peaceful time for everyone involved.”
Bile rose in my throat. “Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what, Kate? I’m not the one pushing for divorce.”
“You’re making it seem like it’s all my fault. This is what we both want.” I quickly swiped at a wayward tear and tried not to throw up.
He rocked back on his heels and swallowed thickly. “I keep forgetting that part.”
“I need to go.” Before I broke down in front of him. Before I admitted that this was so much harder than I thought it was going to be. Before I said anything to get that betrayed look off his face.
“Sure.”
“Bye, Nick.”
He stared at me without saying anything. I hadn’t really expected a heartfelt farewell, but I couldn’t stand the hurt in his eyes or the downward curve of his lips because I put them there. I hated the way his wrinkled clothes hung on his body because it meant I wasn’t there to fold his laundry. I hated his empty cart because he didn’t know what he liked to eat or his too-long hair because I hadn’t reminded him to get it cut.
Our lives had once been separate. We had lived more than half of them apart. But over the last seven years they had been woven together, they had become one existence, one life. And now we were tearing everything we’d built to pieces. We were ripping apart at the seams. We were plunging forward in opposite directions.
I was losing half of myself.
And I wasn’t sure there was enough of me to make a whole person again.
“Chocolate cherry,” he suddenly called after me.
I almost tripped when my head whipped back to look at him. “Wh-what?”
“Ice cream. You like chocolate cherry the best.”
I fled the store. I left my cart and groceries behind and I ran for my car. I broke down as soon as the door closed and I didn’t quit until long after I was locked away safely in my house again.
I did make one stop on the way home, though. Even though my face was a mess of dripping mascara and big, fat tears, I couldn’t go home until I had picked up a carton of chocolate cherry ice cream.
We might be different people now.
But he still knew me better than anyone else.
Chapter Six
13. He stopped trying.
“Kara, what are we doing here?” I put my hand up against an invisible wall and told my feet to stop walking.
They didn’t listen.
Mainly because my best friend had a death grip on my bicep and I was afraid that if I stopped moving, she would rip my arm straight off my body.
“It’s hump day,” she tossed over her shoulder.
As if that explained everything.
“No, it’s Wednesday. And we have to work in the morning.” The neon lights over the bar flickered tellingly. They buzzed and blinked, clearly about to burn out. I stared up at them until I saw spots.
Kara made a disgruntled sound in the back of her throat. “Noooo, it’s hump day and we deserve a reward for making it to the middle of the week!”
Her overly bright tone disguised the raw frustration she felt. It had been a rough couple of weeks for both of us. There must have been something in the drinking water this year because our students were some of the hardest we had ever had to deal with.
I couldn’t do much more than fall face first on my couch after work most days. Grading papers only added to my stress, since most of my students thought they were either comedians or above the rules.
“Fine, let’s reward ourselves someplace else.” I stared at the rickety front door. The screen hung crooked on the hinges and loud music filtered through the murky screen. “Any place else.”
Her Skeletor grip loosened. “At least it’s not the alcohol you have a problem with.”