Vacation

part 1

I couldn't stand the fact that she was constantly busy when I wasn't. It got to me in ways nothing else could. I would come home after my second job. Two maybe three in the morning. She would be an hour or two later because of her big fancy office job. I would stay up just to talk with her. Yet day after day she would come home, eat and go straight to sleep. It got under my skin after two years of barely even speaking. It was like living with a ghost. Lynn was silent.
Birthdays passed, Christmas, even St. Patrick's day. It used to be her favorite holiday. I remember one year, one of our first, we went to the bar where we met. Our song came on and she went fucking ballistic. God, I can still remember the smile on her face. It's been so long, Faded from my memory. One night, the best night I've had in years. I got home earlier than normal. Around eleven or so. I walked into the kitchen where I see, configured and worried, my beloved wife. She was crying. I walked up to her and hugged her from behind. She gasped but turned around and melted in my arms.
When I finally got her to tell me what was wrong, she looked at me and said
"We should go on vacation Jordan."
I couldn't figure out what she mean like that. So instead amid trying to assume what she meant, I asked.
"What do u mean by vacation, princess?". Yes, it did turn out be the exact thing that the word vacation means. We were going to finally mend something between us.
  I packed and packed for hours while she sat and watched me. She had packed prior to me coming home.
  "Baby?" She said it like it hurt.
   "Do you still feel the same as the night in the bar?"
   The sad part is she was actually meaning it. Like i didnt love her anymore. Like i didnt believe in everything we had. "Yes baby. I really do. Im glad were finally taking some time off."
She smiled. God that smile. I hadn't seen it in a year.
"Where to babygirl?"
"Adirondacks. I got a cabin."
Hiking, camping, fishing and piece and quite. I couldnt wait.