Married Female - MF2

You’re in your husband’s Porsche filled with packed bags after leaving the dog at a kennel.  Your husband thought your tears were a bit much saying goodbye to old “Scruffy” and you almost told him in defense, but thought better of it.  The drive to Connecticut is gong to take ten hours and you may stop somewhere along the way depending on how you feel.  Both your parents know you’re coming and “No schedule.”  You continue to ponder telling him. You know at some point you will and maybe “…the sooner the better.”

“Why don’t we stop in that little park ahead,” you say as a state rest stop sign zips by.  He pulls off into the park and stops near a picnic bench.  He goes to the toilet and you sit at the bench to gather your thoughts.  He returns.

“Honey, I have to tell you something and why we are doing this.”  He looks at you quizzically and you tell him what happened in the White House. He says virtually nothing until you are finished.  He is utterly quiet, but you wait.

“They could be wrong…” he says slowly.

“We can hope so.  Now let me tell you what I want to do…”

Continue.