After Happily Ever After by Leslie A. Rasmussen

Author:Leslie A. Rasmussen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: She Writes Press
Published: 2021-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

When I got home, I tried making a cup of tea, but tea was overrated for calming nerves. I tried reading a book, but Gone Girl may not have been the best choice right now. My thoughts drifted to Michael. He’d understand what I was going through because he was dealing with his own mother’s health issues. I would text him, if only I could find my phone. It wasn’t in the kitchen, in my bedroom, or in the laundry room. Could not remembering where I put it be another sign of dementia? Finally, I saw the outline of it underneath a washcloth in the bathroom. How it got there, I’d never know.

Now, what should I text? If I told him how I fell apart at Jim’s office, he could think I was crazy, and I didn’t want him to see me that way. Would he think I was too forward being the first one to text? Was I overthinking this? I got sick of listening to my excuses, so I wrote:

Hey, it’s Maggie. What’re you don’t? I hated autocorrect. I tried again. I typed, What’re you dong? Great, now he thinks I’m a pervert. Finally, I carefully typed, doing?

It wasn’t exactly original or charming, but the first text was out there. I put the phone down and washed the hairs from Jim’s razor down the sink. When my phone vibrated, I pounced on it.

I’m at the dog park. How’re you?

He was cute and he had a dog, what more could one ask for? I read his text again. How was I? I couldn’t tell him the truth; he’d think my life was a mess, and that could be a turnoff. Hmm, I needed to be casual and positive.

I thought for a minute, then texted. Not great. I’m dealing with some stuff with my dad.

I cursed my fingers for texting that. It was neither casual nor positive. After a full minute when he still hadn’t answered, I was getting jumpy. I turned my WiFi on and off twice, but still nothing. I shouldn’t have told him my problems. After another minute, I was certifiably crazy. Why wasn’t he writing back? Was he ghosting me?

Finally, he texted. Do you want to meet me here? We could talk.

Which dog park are you at?

The one in Trumbull near the mall.

Okay, I can be there in fifteen minutes.

I thought about getting Theo’s leash, but being a basset hound, he wasn’t the kind of dog that liked the dog park. He didn’t like anything other than eating and sleeping, which I could often relate to. I’d promised myself I’d exercise him more because his basset belly was almost touching the ground, but he was going to have to wait to get in shape.

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