Divorce

He didn’t know what to do as he watched his only son throw a ball against the outside wall of the house.1

Michael had only just been told of the divorce, Lizzy had felt it necessary to dump that task on him, and it hadn’t been easy. The eight year old had guessed what was going on instantly, though he’d been at loss as to why his folks were breaking up.2

Michael had immediately blamed himself, and then his mother, and Jonathon had to wonder if Michael was ever going to blame him. He watched as the many different emotions flashed onto the boys young features, when finally the tears came. 3

Jonathon went outside through the door in the kitchen, and squatted down in front of his son. The boy let the ball drop to the floor before wrapping his arms around his dad’s neck. Jonathon let his arms come around the boy’s midsection, and he never wanted to let go.4

It was Jonathon’s fault that Lizzy wanted out of their marriage; he didn’t talk to her just like she didn’t talk to him. There was no communication, no feeling.5

They weren’t even friends. 6

Their marriage was a routine and a duty, nothing more. Oh sure, he loved Elizabeth, and he was sure that she still loved him, they just weren’t in love. He didn’t even remember a time when they had been in love. Maybe that was because they never had been. 7

At first he’d mentioned marriage counselling, but Lizzy had shrugged at the idea and instead she’d chosen the easy way out, he should have known she’d dump everything on him and expect him to be happy with it. Not that he wasn’t happy about having full custody over Michael, he was, he just wasn’t happy about the fact that Liz could just leave him with out a second glance.8

As soon as he signed the damn papers she’d left, Michael hadn’t even been able to say goodbye. 9

He didn’t know why exactly, but maybe it was for the best. And he didn’t know when, but he had a fleeting feeling that one day it wouldn’t be just the two of them.10

But for now having each other was all that mattered.11