by Lillian Csernica on May 8, 2018
Today’s fortune says:
A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains.
Waiting Is The Hardest Part
Tanya sat on a bench outside the courthouse. The spring sunshine shone down through the new green leaves. Tanya huddled in her blue wool dress and gray cardigan. It might have been winter, her body stiff with cold and fatigue. She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. Her mother sat beside her and smoothed one thin hand over Tanya’s tightly braided blonde hair.
“I know this is hard, honey. It’s for the best. Really, it is.”
“So many years….” Tanya blew her nose. “I wish I’d had the sense to do this sooner.”
“You were ready. That made this the right time.”
“How could I not see David wasn’t the person he kept pretending to be?”
“His kind can pass for normal. All the charm, all the money, all the right signals.” Her mother’s kind expression hardened. “That’s the bait. Once you’re good and hooked, then they drag you into the boat and make sure you never touch water again.”
Tanya nodded. “Being married to him was a lot like being marooned for ten years.”
“You’re free now, honey. And you got the settlement you deserved.”
Fresh tears gushed down Tanya’s cheeks. “I don’t want the money. I want the time back, all the time he stole from my life.”
“You’re making sure he can’t take anything else from you. Not time, and especially not a child.”
Tanya flinched. “It will be harder now, won’t it?”
“You’re only in your thirties, honey.” Her mother opened a fresh packet of tissues and handed it to Tanya. “Now he has to start over again. Imagine how much he’ll hate being forced to act all sweet and charming.”
“He’ll love it. You heard him. I’m stupid, useless, frigid–”
“Stop that. You won. You waited until the remodeling was finished. Now the house is worth twice what you paid for it.”
“Are you saying living well is the best revenge?”
“I’m saying he’s always in a hurry to get whatever he wants, but you were smart enough to wait for the right moment.”
Tanya looked up at the sun shining through the new spring leaves. She took a deep breath, willing herself to breathe in the warmth and the light. Spring. The time of new beginnings.