I woke up the next morning to my alarm, rolled out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. As I shaved, looking at myself in the mirror, I wondered if last night was real, and if so...what was I doing? What were WE doing, Amy and I? Where was our marriage heading? Was this an exciting new chapter in our lives, or were things spiralling out of control? I certainly couldn't deny the thrill, the excitement, of what had so far transpired, but this was wading into deep waters, dangerous waters. Would we be able to withstand this? Would it make our relationship stronger, or drive us apart?
I didn't have the answers to these questions, and I was running late for work, so I hurriedly dressed and headed out the door. I walked into the lobby of my building, grabbed a cup of coffee, and headed up to my office, mind racing. I needed to put these thoughts, these experiences, out of my mind and focus on work, at least for the rest of the day, but I couldn't get the picture of Amy and Randy out of my head.
I spent a few hours catching up on emails and paperwork, and gradually immersed myself in the day to day minutiae of my job. As I got back into work, I was able to slowly forget about the dramatic events of my home life, and return to a somewhat normal state of mind. I met with my boss, updated him on some projects, and tried to get a headstart on my work week. After a few hours of this, I remembered that I had forgotten to put the garbage out this morning, and so I texted my wife to see if she was able to do it before pickup.
Me: "Hey babe, forgot to put the garbage out this AM, would you mind putting it out? Thx"
Amy: K, no prob
That made me feel better, and I went back to work, but a few minutes later I remembered that I wanted to ask Amy if she wanted to go see the new MCU movie next weekend, so I quickly texted her again:
Me: "Oh hey, did you wanna go see that new superhero movie this next weekend? Looks pretty good"
Amy: Yeah sure, sounds great!
With my mind finally returning to a sense of normalcy, I got back to work, but a few minutes later I remembered that we needed to pick the kids up from the grandparents, and also that there was an open house at the pre-school coming up and we hadn't discussed which of us was going to go. I hate writing long, involved texts, so I felt it was easier just to call her. I dialed her number, and after 2 rings, it went right to voicemail. That was a bit unusual, she generally keeps her phone on her, and almost always answers when I call, and after all, she had just responded to my texts a few minutes ago. Maybe she was in the bathroom, or on another call, so I waited a few minutes and tried again. Once again, it rang twice and then went to voicemail.
I decided to text her:
Me: Hey just had a few things I wanted to talk to you about, but you didnt pick up. Are you busy??
A minute or so passed by, with no response, and finally she replied:
Amy: Sorry, can't talk right now, can I call you back in a little while?
Me: I mean, you were responding to texts, so...???
