Love At First Sight - Beau Bennett

Thirty Four

It was a few years after Brooke's operation. Robert and Isabelle had the most beautiful wedding, id say it was even better than mine and Beau's. After Brooke's operation, she decided to stop playing hockey for a while before taking it back up again. Jace didn't seem to interested in hockey, he was more drawn towards soccer. So as supportive parents, much to Beau's disapproval, we got Jace started in soccer and he's doing incredible. Both Jace and Brooke share the same number as their idol, 87.... Just kidding, they both play in 19. Last season Beau had been getting injured a lot more and it worried me. He use to seem so passionate and heartbroken when he got injured, now he just shrugs and sits at home. It was like he had given up completely. He would occasionally go to Brooke's games, his main focus was on Jace. I think it broke his heart when his son didn't want to follow in his footsteps. I mean, obviously Brooke has but women's hockey is less known about and publicised. Beau was hoping for his little superstar. It had gotten to the point where Brooke and I would have the same conversation before a game, it was heartbreaking.

"Mom, is dad gunna be there?" Brooke asked me as she buckled her seatbelt.

"I don't think so honey." I told her.

"It's because of Jace isn't it? He always wanted a boy hockey player." She spat.

"Baby it's not like that. Your dad was really hard on Jace when he wanted to take up soccer, he's just repaying him for how he acted." I had to explain.

"Well he'll need to do a lot more for me if he ever notices my pain."

Conversations like that with Brooke make me want to cry all the time. She shouldn't be feeling that way. She shouldn't be feeling so left out when she was such a daddy's girl. When people ask her if her number is because of Beau, she laughs and tells them that he forced her to choose that number. They had really lost their connection. Beau had just gotten in from Jace's soccer practice, I walked over to the door to see him, he dropped the bag down on the floor and looked at me. I realised that this was a mistake, I walked to the sofa and sat down before watching the TV. Beau came and sat on the opposite sofa. Neither of us saying a word. I took a large breath before looking at my husband who had just done the same. We both started at each other until the silence was broke.

"I want a divorce."