God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.
-Reinhold Niebuhr
Sometimes in life we make split second decisions that can change our destiny… forever. And even though 5yrs, 10yrs, 20yrs down the line, when we know for a fact it cannot be undone, but can only be contained, we cannot as humans help but wonder if those split second decisions were the right ones, or the wrong ones.
-Reinhold Niebuhr
Sometimes in life we make split second decisions that can change our destiny… forever. And even though 5yrs, 10yrs, 20yrs down the line, when we know for a fact it cannot be undone, but can only be contained, we cannot as humans help but wonder if those split second decisions were the right ones, or the wrong ones.
I
was 27 at the time, been married for 2 years, when I was faced with a tough decision.
Since I was very little, I always wanted to marry young, I had envisaged a life
of being a young mother and I also didn't want to be too far away from my
children age-wise. It didn't exactly go as planned, but getting married at 25 wasn't
all so bad. I can still remember my wedding day like it was yesterday… woke up in
my father’s house, the house was full of people, sisters, cousins, friends,
aunts, photographers, cameras, make-up artists, cooks, cleaners, event planners,
it was a frenzy. Everyone was at my beck and call, I felt like a Princess, and
it was perfect. Final prayers were said and it was off to the church. My baby
sister was my Chief Bride’s Maid and was with me to the end. My wedding dress
was stunning, snow white with diamond studs which snaked around my body and
emphasized my curves, a trail of layers and layers of white net underneath the
dress made me feel like I was in the Victorian Era, a large white rose rested
on my left breast and it tickled me every time I looked down. My shoes were
silver and glittered like Cinderella’s glass slippers, I was a sight to behold
and the cameras never stopped flashing. My father got me a limousine, white
with silver tints, my bridal girls were in it with me, with my sister, my CBM
by my side, I felt so much love and affection and I really felt like this day
was ordained by God Himself.
As
we approached the church, an array of cars decorated the street, my father was
at the foot of the stairs leading to the church to receive me, more
photographers, more little bride’s maids spreading flowers as I walked, it was a
carnival, and it was for me. To be honest… my heart was taking it all, maybe
because of the pre-wedding meetings we had had over and over again, but as I
entered the church and I saw him there, the man I was going to marry, standing
by the alter, waiting for me, smiling at me, my heart wrenched. My soul left my
body and suddenly the chaotic carnival and cheering and smiling of the friends
and family as my father lead me past them was not important… I was about to marry
the man of my dreams, Jason Duvall.
Jason
and I had dated for 3yrs before that faithful day and he was perfect. Very
understanding and caring, loving and respectful, faithful and Godly, he treated
me like a Princess, like a Queen. And he was my King.
As
I sat in front of the mirror, brushing my hair, I reminisced on the past 2yrs,
things have changed slightly since that wedding day, well in the past few months I guess. Jason has
become more distant and more aggressive in nature. Not towards me per say, but
generally his disposition and countenance has changed. He works day and night,
always in his study and always travelling. I know as an Engineer life can really
demand a lot from you, especially if you’re great at what you do, and Jason was
one of the best in his field. I found myself on my own most of the time, with
only my dog pebbles for company. I’d always call Jason and he’d always say “I’d
be home shortly Babe.” , he never was home shortly. I’d wake up the morning
after and find my husband already dressed and ready to leave, I felt… neglected.
It hasn't always been like this though, but for the past say 3 or 4 months, it’s been
routine. I looked up as he emerged from the closet, “Morning darling…”, “Hey Babe! You’re
up early!?” he replied. “Yup, it’s a big day today.” I said with absolute
glee. “Oh is
it!? What’s happening today?” he said as he finished knotting his
tie. “You… You don’t
remember?” I asked with sheer dis-belief. “NO! I don’t remember… is it your birthday?
Cause it’s certainly not mine?!” his irritation was apparent. I
stared at him through the mirror as I dropped my hair brush gently on the
dresser. My smile faded away faster than it had come when I saw him emerge from
the closet. “Don’t
give me that look… You know I hate that look!” he advised. I
remained silent for a moment then I said “D-Don’t worry Jay. It’s nothing. I've made your breakfast”,
“I’m not
hungry! I don’t know why you’d chose to work me up this morning, but whatever
the reason is… I don’t have time for it!” he said as he wore his jacket and made for the bedroom
door. “I
just wanted to tell you that today is our…” the bedroom door slammed
behind him, “anniversary!” I whispered as I heard the front
door shut.
I
sat for a moment, heartbroken and dejected, clueless as to what was going on
with my husband, my dream guy, my King. He used to love me and leave me notes
on my pillow for me to read when I woke up. Could his quest for a top position
in his office be the reason, or was Jay having an… an… an affair?! My
confusion was broken as my phone rang… ‘twas my baby sister, my best friend,
my Chief Bride’s Maid at my "fairy tale" wedding, a fairy tale wedding that seems to be exactly that now… a fairy tale. As I picked up she greeted and cheered and
screamed “Happy Anniversaryyyyyyyyyy!”,
that’s when my heart broke and I broke down crying.
I
was… so sad.
My
sister invited me over so I wouldn't be alone, as I sat and cried my eyes
out, she consoled me as we both tried to make sense of Jay’s sudden disconnection towards me.
She held my hand and reassured me that everything was going to be alright. My
sister has always been there for me and whenever I’m down, she plays the role
of a big sister. Maybe it’s because we were both born in May, or... I don’t know,
but we were very close. I told her everything and she hid nothing from me, or
so I thought. She asked if I wanted some tea, I didn't mind, anything to make
me feel less shitty than I was. As she went to the kitchen to put the kettle
on, I sat and reflected on our conversation and was forever grateful that she
was there for me. Her phone rang. I jolted in my seat as her ringtone pierced
my brain, I called out to her “Jackie your phone!”, she didn't respond. “Jackieee your phone
is ringing!” I decided to answer it to put an end to the disturbing
ringtone that sliced my head in half, that’s when I heard a voice on the other
end “Hey
Baby, you home?” I was paralyzed as the voice repeated itself “Jackie? Sweetie
you there?”. I dropped the phone as my sister walked back into the
living room with a tray. My head turned slowly towards her like I was in slow
motion, I could still hear the voice faintly coming out of her cell phone “Baby,
say something. Can you hear me?”
I was… in shock. Time stood still.
I
found myself in my bedroom, how I got there I do not know, but I was there,
crying as my tears blurred my vision. I was packing some of my clothes, where I
was going I do not know, how long I’d be gone for I do not know, but I knew why
I was going. I had to get away. My husband, my King, my Jason Duvall, was having
an affair with my sister, my best friend. How did this happen? When did this
happen? How did I not see it? As the questions and tears kept flowing, Jay
pulled into the driveway. I quickly zipped my suitcase, grabbed my hand bag and
made for the door. I wasn’t fast enough. Jason was standing there as I opened
the door, sweating like he had just seen a ghost, maybe he had, considering he
was looking at me and I felt dead. He wasn’t wearing his jacket and his tie was
hanging loosely. It was odd to see him home so early, and for a split second, I
almost began to like it that he was there. My right hand acted on impulse as it
threw a shoe at him, it bounced off him like a tennis ball, I ran towards him
and started hitting his chest, he held me back and said “Babes I’m sorry!” I wasn’t having
it. I screamed and yelled and cursed him out as he tried to explain, but his
voice was the last thing I wanted to hear. Gosh I was enraged. I threw more
things at him, anything I could lay my hands on. He dodged and docked and tried
hard to speak, I wouldn’t listen. “How could you??? My own sister?? I knew something was amiss
but I just couldn’t place a finger on it. Why Jason? Why? Don’t I make you
happy? Don’t I do everything for you? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?? How… Jay?
Don’t I love you enough?”
my voice tailed off as I sat on the bed breathless. He was quiet now. He sat
next to me but I stood up and grabbed my suitcase. “I’m leaving you Jason! I’m done with this
fairy-tale of a marriage. You and Jackie can both go to hell and have the Devil
officiate your wedding for all I care.” As I opened the bedroom door
to leave, Jason stood and yelled “MAY!!”. I stopped and turned slowly “Wh-what?”, he took one step closer and said
gently “May, …your
favorite month of the year, not because it’s your birth month, but because
everything good that has ever come to you, usually comes in May.” I
paused. “Blue,
…your color and the color of eyes. Mashed potatoes and curry sauce, …your
favorite meal. Julia Roberts makes your heart melt whenever you watch her movies
and you’ve cried every time you’ve watched Titanic. Things may have changed a
little, life has become more demanding and though you feel I’m never there, I
always am. I’m not the perfect husband, but you… you are the perfect wife! And
I’m sorry. Jackie and I…” “I don’t want to hear it Jay.” I cut in as I wondered how much
water I had left in my body as I had been crying for more than an hour now. “Fine Babes, if
you don’t want to hear, then at least let me show it you.” He took
my bag from my hand and closed the bedroom door. We talked all night and I mean
all night. Before we slept, I said “Jay, I’d
make my decision tomorrow morning, let my heart rest now. This is too much for
one night” As he
left my room to sleep in the guest room, my eyes red and puffy, my nose red and
congested, I said a prayer
“God grant me the serenity to accept the
things I cannot change; Jackie is my sister, I cannot change that...
courage to change the things I can;
I can make this marriage work and I can make Jay love me... and wisdom to know the difference.
Would I rather a life without Jason Duvall, or would I want to spend the rest
of my life with him.”
I’m
50yrs old now; I have 3 lovely daughters and 1 adorable son. My life is golden
and I live with my husband in our dream home. I still talk to my sister; in
fact, we’re inseparable and life with her as been awesome. I have been married
for… …25yrs, and my life has been golden. My name is Felicia Duvall.
The end.
#LoveYourLife