Relationships require sacrifice, we all understand that – you’re trying to merge the wants, needs, expectations, and emotional baggage of two different people. But, when is the sacrifice too much? How do you know when it’s time to call it a game and move on to someone who’s baggage is a little more compatible with your own?
Chapter Two: Salt Lake City, Utah – Annabelle
“Annabelle, they’re my kids, what do you want me to do? I don’t exist without those boys. I can’t be thousands of miles away from them and just stop in for visits every few weeks.”
“I know Danny, but you can’t ask me to just pick up my life on a moment’s notice. If I go with you to Texas I’m giving up everything I’ve worked for, my family, friends, my life is here,” I replied, peeling a chipped piece of black nail lacquer off my thumb.
“So what do you want to do, occasional long weekends and holidays, emails, phone calls, and no real commitment from you that we’ll ever be together?” He asked, combing a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to do that Annabelle. I love you. My feelings for you are too intense for me to ever be happy with a frequent flyer love affair. I want to marry you, and build a life together. You can build a life in Texas, it isn’t forever.” Danny replied setting down the court order and running his hands over my arms. It infuriated me the way he could so casually dismiss everything I’d been working toward and everything I’d accomplished.
“Danny! You’re putting too much of this on me. I’ve known you for a few months. I’ve put my entire life into getting where I am now. What if things don’t work out between us? Then I’ve given up everything just for a chance at some ridiculous notion of happily ever after? Fuck that! Nobody gets happily ever after,” I replied, backing away from him – angry now, and confused by my own emotions.
“Annabelle, sometimes you’re so cold. As a matter of relationship diplomacy, the way you’re handling this sucks; you’re acting like a spoiled teenage girl.”
“And you’re acting like a patriarchal asshole who thinks only your life counts, and only your career is legitimate or valid. If you wanted the barefoot and pregnant girl you surely picked wrong in me,” I stormed, stepping away from his touch in order to try to clear my head.
“Annabelle, I want you. I’m leaving on Wednesday, I’m hoping I’ll be able to work this out with their mother soon, but I’m their father and I need to be where my boys are. I wish you’d reconsider.”
“Danny, if I went with you and gave up everything I have here, I wouldn’t be the woman you fell in love with. I’d be bored and lonely and passive aggressive, and you’d get tired of me,” I sighed, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening behind my eyelids.
“I will miss you terribly,” Danny whispered.
“I don’t even know how I’ll breathe when you’re gone,” I replied.
“I guess we’ll figure it out.”
“I suppose we’ll have to,” I said, leaning in to kiss Danny’s forehead.