For the next two weeks Aston and I lived like we were both walking on eggshells. He seemed pretty down by what I’d said to him, and he’d certainly taken a step back from how he’d been. Of course he still cooked for me, and made sure I had everything I needed, but he left me alone a lot more.
I felt bad. I could tell that I’d hurt him by what I’d said, and I really didn’t mean to. But I stood by it. If I wasn’t going to remember there being an ‘us,’ what use was it trying to force it when he could start over and be happy with someone else? I thought I was doing him a favor.
“Ready for the doctor’s?” he asked me quietly as we both sat in the kitchen and ate breakfast.
“Yeah, I really hope they take this stupid thing off.”
“They should do.”
“I just don’t want them to say I need it for another few weeks,” I sighed.
“You’ll be fine,” Aston said, forcing a smile.
I watched him get up and go to rinse his cereal bowl, and then he shuffled out of the room. I felt awful by all of this. He clearly was not happy, and even though he was back to work at about 75%, he never smiled.
All because of me.
I ran up the stairs and changed into something to go out in, and then I met Aston in the foyer where we headed out to one of his cars.
In silence he drove me to the doctor’s and then followed me in, taking a seat in the waiting area.
“Name please?” the receptionist asked.
“Jessica Rego,” I smiled.
“Rego… hmm… I haven’t got an appointment for a Rego.”
“Oh sorry! Merrygold! Rego’s the maiden name…”
“Ah right, Jessica Merrygold, there you are,” she said, “Have a seat and I’ll let the doctor know you’re here.”
“Thanks,” I smiled, going over to sit next to Aston.
He had his head leant against the wall behind him, his eyes trained on the ceiling. He looked miserable.
“You ok?” I asked him.
“No.”
“Oh,” I said, “What’s wrong?”
“Everything. Life. I’m so sick of this.”
“Ast…” I sighed.
“I know there is nothing you can do about it, but it’s a cruel cruel joke. I just want my wife back!”
“I just didn’t remember my surname,” I said quietly.
“And you don’t remember me, or our house, or anything about us! It fucking sucks!”
“I’m sorry!” I whispered, “I’m doing my best!”
“I know…” he replied, “I’m not blaming you. I’m just hitting my boiling point,” he said, turning to look at me. His eyes were red and I could tell he was trying to blink tears away.
“Jessica Merrygold?” a voice called out. I looked up to see a doctor stood there with a clipboard.
“You want me to come?” Aston muttered.
“Why don’t you take some time to cool down?” I asked, “They’ve got to take the pin out so they’ll probably kick you out anyways. I’ll have someone bring you in when that bit is over? Maybe you can go grab a cup of coffee or something?”
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The Song
RomanceJessica Rego never expected to wake up in the hospital and not remember the last few years. Teaching piano lessons and selling musical instruments to an older crowd is what she remembers, but she finds she's living a whole new life. Married to a pop...