Happy Beginnings:

How I Became My Own Fairy Godmother!

By Lorena Bathey

© 2005 Lorena Bathey
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This book is printed on acid free paper.

ISBN 0-9776811-0-6

Library of Congress Number 2005911069

CHAPTER ONE (Excerpt)

IT’S BEGUN

As I sat watching my favorite television series, I was appalled that the main character’s boyfriend had just broken up with her by writing “goodbye” on a post-it note. I was completely unaware that a similar fate awaited me but on a slightly larger stationary product. My husband sat across from me with his 3x5 index card neatly printed with bullet points outlining why he was moving out of our home...

Bullet Point No 1: “I’m not happy.”
Bullet Point No 2: “I need some space.”
Bullet Point No. 3: “I’m not sure I am still in love with you.”
…and just like that, I was going to be alone. The reason was not that my husband died in a plane crash, as I had always feared. It was not because he had a stress heart attack in a hotel room while on a business trip. The reason was staring at me holding a 3x5-index card and telling me that he was not sure that he was still “in” love with me. I heard the words coming at me at supersonic speed. I heard the words in slow motion. I heard the words…wait…I did not hear the words.

“What?” I asked, “What did you say?”
“I think that we need to take a break. I need time to find out some things. I have rented an apartment,” he told me again.
“A what?” I asked.
My husband looked at me funny. “I rented a furnished apartment.”
“Where?” I inquired.
“In Dublin, near to my work,” he answered.

The words sunk below the subcutaneous layer. The neurons began to fire again in my brain; and I felt the rush of anger, hurt, betrayal, astonishment, and incredulousness come surging up from my soul and out of my mouth.

“We just got back from vacation. What do you mean you are moving out? What is going on? Are you having an affair? When did you decide to do this? Oh, my God, I am a statistic.”
I could no longer sit so, I got up from the couch and paced. Then my heart absorbed the emotions, and I had to sit down before I fell down.

“Get out now.” I said with eerie calm.
My husband looked scared.
“I can’t.” he looked at me sheepishly.
“What do you mean? You have an apartment, so go there.” My heart was icing over slowly.
“It won’t be ready until Wednesday.” He could not look at me while he said this.
“Are you kidding me? You just tell me that you are leaving me, but you’re not leaving until Wednesday?” I laughed in spite of myself. “I don’t care where you go but you will not be here tonight. I do not want to see you, touch you, smell you, or even sense your presence. You are…”

I stopped and picked up the pillow off the couch. I looked at it and I felt the tingling in my hand as I lobbed it at him. I picked up another, and another, and another. I was throwing the pillows at him as hard as I could. It was like a one-sided pillow fight. My husband stared up at me, and I saw the anger come to his eyes. I thought how ludicrous it was that he was angry. He stood up and started to walk away.