She’s Gone – Veronica
Eight months later……
Call me stupid for marrying RJ, but I did. Right in lower Manhattan at the courthouse in a navy suit with nude Louboutins. Simple, we had enough complexities as is. I felt relieved that day, but I didn’t sleep that night. I didn’t know HOW to let go. My intuition was correct from when I was in the hospital, there was someone else. The mother of his child. I told RJ to spare me the details. I’d rather go to my grave not knowing what happened, if anything happened. After I was released from the hospital, I quit my job and opened my own legal consultation business. RJ had finally finished his MBA and was now working for a global insurance company.
It appeared that life was great. We purchased a condo not too far from the Brooklyn Bridge. According to the doctors, I would never be able to conceive again and we were okay with that. So I thought. RJ’s son would come visit us periodically, or we would fly down to North Carolina to see him. Of course I was a little uncomfortable with his babymother, but I married RJ and everything that came with his package deal.
One night RJ took me to dinner in the meatpacking district. We honestly hadn’t spent that much time together in a while since RJ’s job sent him to their London office once every two months. He was usually somewhere else besides NY any other time. Our relationship was no longer as carefree and open. The two of us rarely shared our thoughts with each other. As usual, I knew something was up with RJ so I quietly asked him to tell me what was going on.
In between bites of pasta, RJ informed me that he decided to move his son and the boy’s mother to New Jersey. I didn’t respond, I continued eating without missing a beat. I eventually glanced in his direction, attempting to grab the attention of our waiter so I could order more bread. As soon as the waiter walked towards our direction, RJ pounded the table with his fist. The waiter gasped and hurriedly spun around. I watched RJ get up and leave as the entire restaurant stared at me. By the time I got outside, I saw RJ smoking a cigarette. I stared at him briefly, then began walking in the other direction. I had no destination, and I was okay with that.
