"Devin, What must I do to get through to you ? "
I found myself asking my thirteen year old one night at the dinner table. Your grades are wavering and your attitude is sour.
" Mom, I can't help how I feel, since Dad went away. I try not to think about it but I wish I could have went with him."
"With him? I barked, Why in the world would you want to go with him? You witnessed the trouble he caused us."
Looking out the kitchen window my mind came back to reality. The rain pelting on the glass brought my attention to the matter at hand. I knew Devin missed his Dad. But that was not a logically reason for departure. I also knew Devin being an only child magnified the situation.
It was also true that Matt and I failed in our marriage due to the fact of not taking more time to be a couple. He is a engineer and I just resumed working out of the home. Devin caught the brunt of our busy lifestyle and at the age of thirteen the tribulations of a rocky marriage did not need to unfold.
Our life as we perceive it would become a long journey. A journey of patience, love and forgiveness. Devin and his Dad would visit and work on maintaining a Father and Son relationship.
Matt and I, that would remain to be seen. Our fifteen year marriage was not always a failure. We had some wonderful memories but could those times resurrect a healthy and fulfilling marriage. Only God knew the answer. He knew the beginning from the end.
It was our job to walk where He ordained but of course I knew Matthew's will was involved. For that matter so was mine. I turned the corner on Maple street and Matt's car was in the drive. I looked at my watch, Two O' clock. He should still be working. I turned off the ignition, checked myself in the mirror and proceeded indoors.
Matt was sitting in the kitchen, drinking a glass of milk.
"Is everything alright"? I asked.
"Everything is fine," he replied, loosening his tie. "I wanted to come by and talk. I can tell by the expression on your face you thought the school might have called. No, everything is fine with Devin, he assured me."
"Sharon, how was your day?"
"My day, oh fine."
"Are you busy tonight?" He asked.
"Tonight, no I will be here"
"Why do you ask?"
I thought about taking you to dinner, at the new steak house on Main Street.
"Before you say anything I called Devin this morning and call it coincidence if you like, Steve asked him if he could sleep over so I said it was alright."
"I will pick you up at Seven O' clock."
"Alright I'll be ready "
Matt brushed against me as He walked towards the front door. Stopping he placed his hands on my shoulders and looked in my eyes.
"Sharon, we have a lot of catching up to do. His blue eyes penetrating mine. I'll see you soon."
Ryan's steak house was new in our town. We knew it would be busy most evenings. Tonight was no exception.
"Sharon, I reserved a quiet table in the corner.
"Matt, that is fine." He waited a few moments then spoke.
"I know you are probably asking yourself why did he ask me to dinner?" "And I can understand your uncertainty. God knows I haven't been the model husband." Matt said as he picked up his water.
The waitress arrived with our appetizers.
"Matt, I appreciate you taking me to dinner. A marriage takes two people, the fault never lies with just one."
"Sharon, we have been separated six months. That has given me time to do a lot of soul searching. I have thought of you and Devin, leaving myself last."
"Wait," he said as He took my hand. "I have allowed work to dominate my schedule, therefore the ones that have been the closest have suffered the most. I would like for us to start over."
Our dinner arrived and for awhile we ate silently. "Matt, It will take some time, I said." "I realize that, hon." He replied, as he put his fork down. "I am not asking you to resume where we left off. I often replay the evenings we had prior to the enormous argument that took place", Matt said.
"The evening I left will always be a time I regret." "Sharon, the conversation we are having is only between us. I haven't even hinted to Devin about a reconciliation ." "That is something we both need to do, when the time is right."
"I can appreciate that," I told him. "When you feel the time is right then we will talk to him." We lingered over dessert and coffee.
"Sharon, do you realize we are the last ones here?" We looked at one another and chuckled.
The night was on the humid side but the stars were out. Matt reached for my hand as we walked to the car. I was glad for this opportunity to see him again.
"Would you like to come in?" I asked him.
"Alright for a few minutes."
"Sharon, we have a lot to sort out."
"I know Matt. We have time on our side", I replied.
Matt and I talked until the early hours and then he said goodbye. As he turned around He said we've been on a long journey but a short path awaits us.
My name is Lori Godfrey and I am a Christian freelance writer and author. I also have been published in my home town newspaper. I write for a bi-monthly magazine and I am presently writing a memoir. I have two websites www.writingforhim.netwww.bibletruths.us As the author I hold the copyright.