Golden Roses ★

Part Thirty Three: Listen To My Voice

January, 18, 1987.

After a few days of a great celebration of David's birthday, I was furious for several days. It was sometimes as if I was blamed for everything, a few days ago we received a letter from the tax that we have not paid our rent.

And I also had to say, it was also as if it just didn't click well with David and me. We bumped into each other so much.

The twins were staying with my parents, it was the weekend so my parents were off work. I find it difficult to hand over my two little babies to my parents, but I know they can do it well and they love Archie and Elin very much.

I was home alone, and felt exhausted. I am the bobbin who has to spend money on everything.

In the morning I had a massive argument with David, he yelled at me like I was a stranger. He never did that to me as long as I knew him, what should I do now?

I was always the one who had to pay for everything, the health insurance, the rent, clothing and food for the twins, the groceries that were already expensive enough. I sobbed into my hands, it was just too early to keep David out of my sight. Why was he acting like that to me? I don't deserve this, do I?

It took a long time for David to get home, I had no idea where he was once. I grabbed my car keys and went looking for him, we had to work this out before things go wrong.

I got into my car and doubted whether I should drive, the ash was slippery because of the ice and there was still a lot of snow. I thought about looking for him, I missed David.

I pressed the key into the car and started the engine. Cautiously I backed out of the exit and down the street.

I was on the road, it was quiet. No one to be seen. But unfortunately I didn't have winter tires, so I dragged the car through the ice in a circle and slid into a big tree.

Man oh man what the hell was I doing? At that point I had banged my head against the steering wheel and everything got blurrier and blurrier, David, save me. Honey, will I die?

David's POV:

I was tipsy at the cafe where I was, no family around me for a while. And certainly not my wife.

I got a bit of a moment of emptiness, and stress, what if I lose my wife and children?

I was sitting behind the bar drinking a beer with some good mates of mine, when suddenly an ambulance raced past me outside. I looked behind me out the window as the ambulance rushed somewhere. "He is in a hurry, there must have been an accident somewhere with that slippery road." I said as I took a sip.

"You should go home, your wife must be very worried about you, does she know you've been here?" Said a good bartender friend, Tom. I shook my head and blew smoke from my cigarette, "No, she has no idea."

I got off my barstool and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray. "You're right, I feel bad for what I said about her." I sighed. Tom patted my shoulder, "Good job mate, she still loves you and you love her."

"I sure will, well Tom, have a nice day." I said as I put on my coat. "You too, I'll see you again some time." Smiled Tom.

I waved to Tom and left the cafe. It was cold outside, I put my cold almost blue hands in my two coat pockets. I saw when I walked next to the street I saw a ambulance standing in the middle of the road, in front of it was a broken car with a huge dent in it.