There's a light at the front door, only a dim glow, but enough to help you find the keys I've left right under the mat. Don't forget, you'll always be welcome. Don't knock just let yourself in, I don't mind.
I said the last with hope, borne on the wings of desperation, although she'd left no hope to keep me company. She'd left me nothing but a shattered heart.
She was leaving. I knew why, but didn't understand.
She said she couldn't do it anymore, that it was too much to bear, seeing me and knowing what had happened, and that it could never be put right. I'd pleaded with her of course. I told her we could work together to make things right, whole again, like we had always done.
The same dialogue we had had for weeks, just a different day.
Can we talk? Let's just see reason here, look at our options. I don't know, maybe it just wasn't meant to be this time, but that doesn't mean the future won't be different. It's not your fault. It's not mine, it just happened. Please. You don't have to go.
I'd lost all sense of pride by then...I just didn't care any more; Not about anything else but holding onto her.
That was last night.
Tonight she was walking out of my life.
She said she blamed herself, it was her not me; Yes, that line. I'd not heard it before, and now I had...Well, all I wanted to do was hold her, keep her here somehow, for one more second, and a lifetime beyond.
The door creaked as it opened and her steps echoed back into the empty house as the heels of her boots struck the porch; They felt like hammer-blows to my heart, destroying it...But no, that couldn't be; It had broken last night when she said she was leaving.
Do you remember that day on the boardwalk? We sat there watching the sun dip below the horizon and as the colour drained from the day we talked about the future, our plans. I told you I loved you for the first time right then, that very night. You said we'd be together forever and we kissed. It was the beginning of forever.
I had tried to remind her that together we could overcome anything. I hoped reminding her of one of the most perfect moments we had shared together might jolt her; Bring her back.
Nothing.
The red lights disappeared in a cloud of dust, brightening briefly when she braked at the gate, then she turned and was gone.
I stood in the doorway, the now dark and empty house silent behind me, and my love and life disappearing from view ahead.
It was a long time before I moved. I can't recall what I was thinking, I was numb...All I could see was her laying in that hospital bed a couple of months earlier; Face pale, slack and defeated...She couldn't look at me; Wouldn't.
She never looked at me the same after that day; That day our relationship died, along with our baby which she had miscarried.
Design and create your ideal life, don't live it by default - Tomorrow isn't promised.
Be well
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Really well written, mate. I can't imagine the pain of a late term miscarriage. We lost one early, but first trimester. When Henry came along, and stayed, he shifted our focus; it's not really something we think about any more.
Some couples don't get that luxury, though.
Thanks mate...It just came to me, not from an experience...Just out of my head. We can't have kids but I can imagine it to be a very terrible time for a couple. The loss and trying to patch it all up. I'm glad it read ok.
I suppose you guys have some bad memories but at least you have a pretty cool little family, and each other.
I have often thought what would have happened had things turned out differently in the hospital. While Smallsteps was in intensive care for those first weeks, I would come home to an empty house, the baby room set up and ready - not knowing for certain if it would be used. I wondered what would happen to our relationship if things took another path.
I can imagine that it would play on the mind. I've never had to think about it but thought I'd have a crack at writing a bit on it, my impressions of a relationship gone bad because of a miscarriage.
I imagine it to be a very stressed and uncertain time.
Wow, l just had to read over again. Such a beautiful picture shared. There are times in the reading l felt the speaking voice narrating these life's story. You are are a great poet. Thanks to God l could reach you today too and good to see you feeding your readers with this amazing picture. Thanks and keep it up sir @galenkp
Thank you sir. This is a fictional piece I decided to write just to see if I could. I wasn't sure how it would be received by others or how it would turn out but I'm glad it made you feel something...That was the intention.
That photo is of a beach and jetty near where I live called Semaphore in South Australia. My wife and I walk there on the beach a lot.
Thanks for commenting, I really appreciate it.
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My god man. Thank diggety I got to the bottom and saw this was fiction. Really well written! You have a gift!
Tha K you mate, that means a lot. I thought I'd give it a go and see how it came out. I wasn't sure it would be very well-received...Or that people would get to the last paragraph. Just a fiction for me, but maybe real for some? I appreciate your kind words.
MY words are dipped in honey only for the best things in life! :OD
Nice phrase.
Stealing it.
Not even joking.
:OD
Well written. A bad event/experience can be (and has been) the breaking point for many a relationship.
Thanks mate, it was a bit of a delve into something different for me. I figured why not..
As someone else who can only imagine that type of experience first hand (have had to deal with it second hand and that was already bad enough), you wrote well enough to convince me that you might have experienced it personally, well done!
Now excuse me while I go patch my heart back up.
Aw thanks Ry...I really appreciate that. It tried to imagine what it would be like, how they both may feel. She can't face him because she feels she failed him, that's why their relationship broke down. Maybe he made her feel that with something he said, a look or gesture, we will never know. I think, for him, he just wanted her, sure the baby too of course, but for him his life meant more with her than without and he figured they could get through anything together...He's obviously still hopeful, keys under the mat and all.
It was a bit of a sad piece, but I wanted to see if I could still write. You know, not about Grouchy and Lego. It made me sad to write.
Faith and I are childless, can't have kids, so we will never go through that. I have no clue what it might feel like but hope, by delving inside myself, I made it feel real.
Oh, the ending!
So sad!
My favourite part was in the middle:
If you some day decide to leave your work you can always become a writer. Such a good story. And I love short stories.
Oh thanks for that! I wasn't sure how people would take this piece...Well, or as an abject failure. It wasn't the easiest thing to write for me, being a blokey bloke and all...But I thought, right before I clicked post, that it was ok. I then felt worried that it sucked and people would judge me poorly for it.
I'm really glad you liked it and yes, I like that bit too...That was easy, I just imagined someone leaving me...That's how I would feel I guess. I wrote the piece from a man's perspective as I don't know what woman would feel in this situation...Might be worth giving it a go, but I'd maybe mess it up.
I'll take your last line a a compliment. Thank you so much.
Not all an abject failure! I had to check that word from a dictionary and was surprised that you even thought of that. Abject. No, no, no. :)
This is the thought I go through almost every time I write a post or a comment or answer. And too many times I cancel the answers because, well, you know "I then felt worried that it sucked."
I don't know either. People are so different. Perhaps it's a mix of the hopes and dreams that get shattered and after few moths it's also the bond that has been built every hour of every day with that new person growing inside. And the constant fear coming true that you couldn't protect that helpless little creature even though you should have and that was your only and most important job. And it's the change in your body during pregnancy. Although body changing is pretty fast but it's slow enough that you get used to it and if suddenly something gets taken away from your body, you feel empty inside. Literally and figuratively.
But what I would imagine would be pretty much the same or close to losing a child during pregnancy is when the child is born and you get to spend few moths really close to the child creating a tight bond. Having happy moments but also worrying and checking every other hour if the child is still breathing when they sleep.
At least that's what I think might cross any parents mind in this kind of terrible situation.
You should try! And I think you shouldn't think of it too much how a woman would feel because they are a woman. Make that character think what you would think in any situation and that's that. :)
For an insaneworks type of character you sure make a lot of sense. I have my suspicions that you're not quite what you're pretending to be...I always thought that though.
I'm thinking I'll give the woman's perspective a go sometime. A follow-up post maybe...Part two. Maybe I could get you to ghost write it. Lol.
If I only had a brain. Do not let my occasional sentences that seem to make sense fool you.
I can't even tell you how many times I wished the same thing. Never comes true though.
So we better head of to Emerald city then. Just have to find the yellow brick road...
Really well told here and what a relief that it was only a story.
You have a gift and the talent needs to be developed my friend.
Take care!
Thanks mate, just had a crack at something a little different. Thanks for your nice comment.
Always good for a change my friend.
Wow. That's a heavy story. And so true to life. I found my self tearing up reading it. It sounds like a personal experience that you went through in your past. It hit me pretty raw because i myself am currently going through something very similar and heartbreaking. When i read this post the feelings were very viceral.
If this is pure fiction then you really have a knack for this type of writing. You should do more of it.
Judging by the fidelity to real life feelings and emotions i can say that i believe you're somebody who has gone through a lot in life. Seen it. Been there done that. That experience i bet would lead to some great fiction stories.
I enjoyed this read very much. Thanks for leading me to it.
Thanks mate and sorry to hear you're going through similar.
Yes, pure fiction, I have not experienced this, although also yes, I have lived a lot, seen a lot, and that helps me get the emotions down on the page I think.
I did this just to see if I can and I enjoyed the process. I almost didn't post it as I thought maybe people would think it's dumb but it was well-received. I'll do some more, got to be in the mood.
Thanks for reading and commenting.