I laid on the sofa for the entire weekend.  I hadn't eaten anything since Saturday Morning.  I had the TV on but I wasn't really paying attention.  The IT Crowd was on, my favorite show, but I didn't really care.  As I heard Jen's voice coming from the speakers of the TV, I couldn't help but think of when Eilidh and I used to sit here, watching TV until two in the morning if we weren't upstairs making love.  I'd sit with my arm wrapped around her . . . and we'd kiss. 

The very thought of it made tears well up in my eyes.  I burried my face in a pillow so I wouldn't have to feel the salty water droplets pour down my cheeks.  It wasn't long before the pillow was sopping wet with my tears.

There was a knock on the door.  I hesitated for a few moments, thinking it was Joy.  It knocked again.  And again.  The fourth time I got up.  I know Joy would've just barged in by now.

As I pulled the door in, I immediatly wanted to slam it shut again.  It was Marcus.  My seventeen-year-old cousin.  It's not that I didn't like him.  I really did.  I just didn't want him to see me like this.

"Donny!  What the hell did you do to yourself?!?  Where's Eilidh?"

"She's at Joy's,"  I mumbled.

"How long's she been gone?" he asked.

"I dunno, like two days."  It felt like two years.

"Damn . . . can you imagine if she's actually been gone awhile?  I don't even know how you could get any worse than you already are!  This is really -- "

"Could you just tell me why you came here in the first place?"  I snapped.

"I dunno, I was just at my mum's house and thought I'd drop in and say 'hi.' " he said a bit gloomily.

"Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you, I just miss Elidh."

"Hope you two aren't getting divorced like my mum and dad did.  At least if you did, there wouldn't be a kid caught in the middle of you two, like me."  He frowned.

"GET OUT!!!"  I shouted at him.  He took a few steps back and I slammed the door in his face.

Could that be what she was hiding from me?  Only a year after we were married and she already wanted out?  No, it couldn't be.  I shook the thought from my head and slumped back onto the couch.  But the thought just kept creeping back into my mind as I watched zoned out on the television.  And the words repeated over and over in my mind.

Hope you aren't getting divorced . . . Hope you aren't getting a divorce . . . At least you wouldn't have a kid caught in the middle . . . Like my mum and dad did . . . Divorced . . . Divorced . . . Divorced . . .

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