Five hours and 3 minutes.
That’s how long I stayed at the hospital that night. It grew
late. In that time I saw 2 bloody suspects in handcuffs, 3 exhausted police
officers, and 1 distraught woman chained to a bed because she thought the
doctors were trying to experiment on her brain.
The nurses drifted in and out of my area, running tests and
taking blood. They thought my heart was having some sort of spasm or attack. I
remember doing an MRI, but nothing abnormal turned up.
In the end they decided that I was suffering from acute gastroesophageal reflux, brought on by
extreme stress. They made me swallow a Lidocaine tonic, and sent me home with a
2-month supply of prescription acid reducer.
I spent most of the
next day passed out in my bedroom.
That is, until my
father-in-law called.
*Nathan’s voice
sounded tense and worried as he explained the situation with Lee. He and my
mother-in-law had flown from Washington D.C. to Salt Lake City the week prior.
They had visited with Lee each day at our apartment, holding their collective
breath, waiting for their only son to open his heart and express his deepest
thoughts.
Lee remained silent.
In vain they tried
to help him understand the gravity of the situation, the importance of taking
action.
“He isn’t saying
much,” Nathan admitted. “I don’t think we’re going to get anywhere unless you
come back. I know Lee said he’s against couples counseling, but mom and I think
you need to drag him along and make him do these things. Divorce is a terrible,
terrible thing. We don’t want that.”
Of course you don’t. Nobody wants divorce.
I felt a steep, strangling pressure over my chest as though a dark cloud
of smoke had enveloped my entire body. I could almost imagine the oppressive energy
taking shape and form, reaching with its thin, bony fingers to steal away my
last vestiges of light and hope.
I came very close to giving in then – weak with fear, with love, and now
illness. I had the proverbial white flag clasped in my quivering hands and I
was almost ready to wave it.
But then another voice broke through the shadow, soft but insistent. Call
it God, or guardian angels, or a transcendent inner-knowing. I saw glimpses of
the stagnant, oppressive wreckage my life would become if I gave in to Lee’s dismal
paradigm.
I remember my sorrow was so heavy.
I can’t do that, dad. Lee’s ambivalence
and refusal to work out problems is why I left in the first place. I hear you.
I understand that you want me to come back, you want this fixed, but I need Lee
to say those things to me, not you. Did you know he’s only called me twice in
two weeks? And every time it’s the same thing. Lee doesn’t want to work on the
relationship. He just wants the problems to magically go away. I’m tired of
being the only one willing to act. I can’t drag him along anymore, dad. The
stress is making me sick. Did you know I was in the hospital last night?
No. He didn’t know. Not surprising, since Lee didn’t call much. Nathan
cleared his throat and told me a story about Lee as a child, how he used to
clam up and give his parents the silent treatment when he knew he was in the
wrong.
“It’s just how he deals with being wrong,” Nathan said.
I sighed.
That doesn’t make it right,
dad. At this point his behavior is unacceptable, and I just can’t do it
anymore.
I could hear the disappointment in Nathan’s voice.
“Well, mom and I will keep working on him. Just promise you won’t file
divorce papers yet, alright?”
Alright. But I can’t hold off
forever. I need to hear from Lee.
“Okay.”
We ended the call and I collapsed into bed, waiting for my heart to stop
pounding. Standing up to other people has always been outside my comfort zone,
outside my realm of desire or experience. The adrenaline took a long time to
wear off.
Sleep arrived in fits and starts, my mind sliding down into blissful
nothing only to be yanked back into the painful present. Even in sleep I couldn’t escape.
I always dreamed of Lee.
*Names have been changed to protect
privacy
**The author apologizes for not
updating sooner after the last cliffhanger. Thank you for your patience!
Cheers!
Reading this breaks my heart Beth, it really breaks my heart.
ReplyDeleteCandace, I totally agree. Even though I know most of the story, and we know how ends up, I still wish it could have turned out so differently. :(
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