Love's Illusions: A Novel (33 page)

“Hey, babe, how’d things go today?” Michael asked as he came through the apartment door.

I just stood there looking at him not knowing how to tell him. All it took was one glance; he could tell I’d been crying, and was by my side – this, what he was doing this exact moment, was what I needed, wanted, wasn’t sure I could live without. “What happened? Tell me,” he said as those whiskey brown eyes searched my face for answers.

“Mrs. Blackburn, the woman I interviewed with for the job in Worcester called. I got it,” I said.

He paused, then said, “That’s wonderful – I knew you’d get one of those positions.” He let go of my arms, turned and headed towards the bedroom. “It’s good you got the one in Massachusetts, Rockford is a nowhere place, you’d’ve hated it there,” he called out trying to keep his voice steady. “I know, let’s go out for dinner to celebrate… I’ll just jump in the shower and then we’ll go, okay?” he asked.

I hadn’t moved. “Okay, if we’re going to celebrate, I’ll put on some makeup,” I replied not knowing how the hell to take his reaction.
Is he happy I’m going or is he pretending?

We went to RJ Grunts. It didn’t feel like a celebration to me; it felt like a wake. Our conversation was stilted and awkward, neither of us knowing exactly what to say. “Your parents must be ecstatic,” he said after I relayed the details of the job offer and the move. “You’re going to be close to home again.”

“Hmph, well I haven’t told them yet, but yeah, I suppose they will be happy. I will be a lot closer – I think it’s about 50 miles. It’s a rundown dumpy city now. I think it had a bunch of textile mills or something like that years ago… and I have an aunt in Worcester, did I tell you that?”

“No you didn’t. Is it one you like?” he asked.

“Yeah, she’s cool for her age… the Donna Reed type, always in a flowered dress with a string of pearls – she’s really old though, lives with her sister and her husband. My uncle, the one I was related to, he died a long time ago. His leg had been amputated just above the knee… When I was a kid he let me stick my fingers in the holes in it – I was always jealous that he had holes in his knee and I didn’t,” I replied smiling at the memory.

We were both done eating – I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to keep up this small talk or keep my emotions in check, so I asked, “Can we go home now?”

“Sure,” he said with a forced smile, “let me get the check.”

“Come with me,” I whispered as we lay in bed – neither of us able to sleep.

He kissed my forehead, “I can’t.”

I propped myself up on one elbow, “Yes you can! Goddamn it you can! There’s no good reason why you can’t come. You could get a job there and…”

“No. We’ve been through all this – I’m going to California. I don’t want to be a mechanic in Worcester any more than I want to be one here – it’s a dead end. Keith’s grow operation is my chance to get out of this rat race.”

“Is it me… are you just tired of me? Just tell me if you are – be honest with me!” I yelled pulling away from him and scrambling out of bed.

He followed me into the living room, grabbed my arms forcing me to turn to face him. “Are you fuckin’ crazy? This is tearing me apart! I love you, but I can’t go to Massachusetts any more than you can come with me to California,” he said smiling, but it was a fake smile, I could tell.

I could hear the struggle in his voice, the flicker of the street lights through the living room window revealing tiny pools of water forming in the corners of his eyes… telling me everything I needed to know, but didn’t want to face. Without another word we hugged – the tears poured from my eyes, but neither of us let go. We had promised each other that the relationship would continue, that we’d talk ‘all the time’, that we’d make trips to see each other, but both of us knew how difficult it would be.

Two short weeks later I found myself on the sidewalk again, in a familiar position, only this time, instead of being draped around a telephone pole, I was draped around Michael, afraid to let go for fear of losing everything I loved in life. He leaned me against the hood of my Ford Fairlane, and as tears rolled down my cheeks, he cupped my face in his hands, wiping the tears away with his calloused thumbs. He stepped off the curb into the gutter bringing his face level with mine – whispering into my ear, “It’ll be okay Jackie, it’ll all work out, you’ll see.”

My mind flashed back to the last time he had done this almost two years ago.
How… how would it ever work out?
I thought.
Would love ever be more than a fleeting illusion for us?

Both of us were lost in our own separate, but mutually shared pain, as if trying to etch an impression of the other into our minds when a middle aged couple came around the corner at the end of the block, arguing, yelling at each other as they made their way down the sidewalk. The noise jolted both of us. As if reading my mind for the last time, Michael said, “That’s not us – that will never be us, I promise.” He reached to open the car door, and I crawled into the driver’s seat, unable to speak. He kissed me on the forehead, one last time. “I love you – I always will. Go now, it’s okay.”

“I love you too,” I said my voice choking on emotion. He closed the door, nodded and smiled. I only managed to get a couple blocks away when I found myself unexplainably turning around in the middle of the street and racing back.
If he’s still there, I’ll stay, I’ll go with him. If he’s still standing there it means I need to go to California, please be there, please be there!
But my heart sank as I came around the corner and saw he was gone.

The questions life forces on us often go unanswered. We live our lives making the best decisions we can, given the information we have, and the demands of our surrounding world. Not knowing what the next day may bring is part of what makes it worthwhile waking up each morning. Some of us have the inner ability to extricate ourselves from life’s pitfalls; we learn and choose to live safely. Others of us, perhaps with fewer coping skills, or maybe just a different set of skills, struggle with each day, in a world of challenges and fantasies, refusing to let go until there is no other way to survive, except by doing so. But until that time comes, we love to the depths of our souls. Life is unpredictable – the only constant is change. Each and every decision we make leads us one step further towards the next change. If we choose to survive, that’s the price we must pay.

What Jackie, Michael and Stephen do not know now, is that life is not done with them. Their paths will cross again. Join them on their journey as they love, win, lose and love again.

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Love’s Illusions.
Although
Love’s Illusions
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