Love’s Suicide(38)
Author: Jennifer Foor

The line got quiet.

“Mel, are you there?”

“Katy, there’s something I need to tell you.”

All I could think of was that something happened to Brooks and she’d somehow heard about it. “What is it?” I needed to know immediately.

“I’m engaged to Branch.”

Biting my tongue was the best response, considering I was literally speechless.

“Katy, say something.”

“What do you expect me to say?”

“Say you don’t hate me. I didn’t go after him, if that’s what you’re thinking. He was upset and I missed you. It just happened.”

“What? How long has this been going on?” Suddenly I was curious.

“About a month after you left.” She started to cry on the other end of the phone. “That’s why I probably sounded short last time. He was standing next to me and I didn’t know what to say.”

Hearing her stating that Branch, who’d always loved me, was with her, made me cringe. It wasn’t because I wanted him. I hated that both of them would hook up. She knew what I’d gone through and what he did to keep me from Brooks. How could she think he would be good to her? “As long as you’re happy, I guess that’s all that matters.”

“Katy, I miss you. Please say you don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Mel. I’m shocked, but I don’t hate you.”

The line got quiet.

She was sobbing on the other line. “I feel horrible now.”

“Does Brooks know?” I had to change the subject.

“They don’t speak. I sent him a Christmas card from us, but he never responded.”

“Is he okay?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. He hasn’t come home and Branch doesn’t think he will.”

I was shaking, feeling my teeth chattering as I closed my eyes and thought about Brooks. I couldn’t be mad at Melissa, especially after I’d had Brooks’ child and kept it from everyone. I was the awful person. “Mel, can I have his address?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? It could make things worse.”

Tears rolled down my eyes imagining him all alone, while I was shacked up raising his child with someone else. “Please, just give it to me.”

I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down the long international address and then I hung up with Mel. I didn’t know if I’d ever call her again; not because I was jealous, but because I felt betrayed by everyone in my life.

I stared at the address for two days before throwing it in the trash. Reaching out to him would only make me feel worse.

Then B came walking into the room with the television remote. I know it was silly, but she flipped the channel and held onto the volume button. I rushed into the living room to turn it down before it could wake up Bobby.

On the screen was an interview from an army cadet that was stationed in Afghanistan. I looked from my daughter and back to the television. She was reaching for the remote again and started to get mad.

I knelt down in front of her and started to tear up. “I can’t keep lying to myself can I, B? Mommy needs to do the right thing, doesn’t she?”

She reached for my face. “Mama.”

I went through two bags of trash before I found the paper with his address and then I sat there staring at it again.

Finally, the next night after dinner and putting B to bed, I sat at the kitchen table and started writing. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say, but knew the words would find me.

I had to close that chapter of my life and so did Brooks. Life was too short to be miserable. I wanted him to be happy, no matter where his future took him.

Dear Brooks,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I know it’s been a long time and you may not even want to hear from me. I don’t blame you for hating me. I hate myself for what I did to you.

I walked away from everything because I wasn’t willing to fight. I was a coward.

I’m not writing this letter to beg you for forgiveness. I don’t deserve that. I’m writing to you because I know it’s time to move on. I’ve held onto some crazy idea that one day you’ll be back in my life again.

So, that brings me to the reason that I’m writing you this letter.

Tell me that I shouldn’t hold onto you.

Tell me we’re definitely over, so that I can finally let go.

Katy

After leaving my number and my new address, I sealed it up.

It took me a week to get the courage to mail it and then I played the waiting game. Nearly a month went by and I hadn’t gotten a reply, but I also hadn’t moved into the new place yet.

I was beginning to give up hope until I stopped by the new construction site and happened to be there when the mail man was driving by.

He pulled into the messy driveway and started walking toward me “Excuse me. Are you the owner of this property?”

I nodded. “Yes.” I reached out my hand and shook his. “I’m Katy Parsons.”

He looked down at an envelope and seemed confused. “Parsons? Did you ever go by another name?”

“Michaels. What’s this about?” I knew what it was, because I hadn’t given anyone else my new address. I’d been meaning to buy a new mailbox, but it hadn’t been first on my priority list.

He handed the envelope to me. “I’ve got these two letters for you, but since you didn’t have a mailbox I was about to send them back. If you’re goin’ to be receiving mail here, I’d advise you to get a box out at the road. Otherwise, I’ll have to return it undelivered.”

I watched him leave before looking down at the envelope.

All I could do was stand there staring at the postage. There was no return address, but it didn’t need to be. I only knew one person in Afghanistan and that is where it had been postmarked.

With shaky hands and tear-filled eyes, I opened up the first envelope and pulled out a hand written letter.

Dear Kat,

I hope this letter finds you.

I considered not writing you and letting it be, but I’ve kept things bottled up for so long and I don’t know where to begin.

I’ll start by asking you the one question that has been on my mind for two years now. Why did you run?

Please tell me it wasn’t because you regretted being with me. Still, to this day, nothing has ever compared to feeling you in my arms that night.

My life hasn’t been easy the past two years. I’ve seen things that I wish I could wipe out of my memory and just when I think it can’t get any worse, I see something even more devastating. I’ve seen children slaughtered and fathers being shot by their own sons and brothers.