I climbed into the back seat beside Daniel and helped him with the harness and buckles of Delia's car seat. His weekend with her hadn't even, as yet, begun and already he appeared flustered.
"You know, if you're not comfortable with this we can make some other kind of arrangement. You and Anne always got along well enough. I could leave Delia there and you could spend time with her and have a safety net if things get too much for you."
Daniel favored me with a withering look and continued to devote his attention to the seat, even though all had been secured.
"Sylvia, that would just be too damned odd. We're divorced now. I don't see myself hanging out at your sister's house like old times. No, you wanted your space and now you have it. I'll have to get used to this process sooner or later and best to just get on to it. Now, if you don't mind, I'm already 20 minutes into MY time with her and you're still here. I'll see you back here Sunday night. Try to be on time for once?"?
As his van pulled away, my emotions were muddled. I hadn't wanted "my space" so much as I wanted back the man I'd fallen in love with and married and called my husband for nearly six years. He'd been unwilling, or unable, to make the compromises necessary for that to happen and so this was where they'd come to.
Driving alone back to what had once been their home but was now little more than just a house, she absently wondered how she would occupy her time until Sunday. A tear trickled down her cheek as she realized she had no earthly idea.
This story was written for the 5 Minute Fiction challenge hosted by the charming Nicole Wolverton. I haven't played this in awhile, but thought it might be worth a go.