The One That Got Away

1. When One Door Closes...

Dave's Point Of View

"I can't keep doing this Dave. You go out on the road and I'm left hear alone with our girls. I am sick of you never being home. Even when you take a fucking vacation, you still end up working. I am done. I want a divorce," Jordyn yelled at me.

"Fine. You can have one. I've busted my ass providing for you and the girls and this is the thanks I get. I'm not a fucking 9 to 5 kind of guy. You want that go find a grocery store clerk," I said and started packing a bag. She wants me gone then so be it.

"Where you going?" Jordyn asked.

"To fucking Taylor's since you want a god damn divorce. I'll get the rest of my shit when I find my own place," I replied as I zipped up the bag and walked out of the bedroom.

I walked downstairs and out to the garage. I got in my car and headed for Taylor's. I called him and had it on speaker as I drove. He picked up after the 4th ring and asked what I wanted. I asked if I could stay with him til I found my own palce and he agreed to it. As I drove there I thought about the last time I went through this, with Brittany.

"You tour too much and I'm at home alone with 2 babies Dave. I get that this is your dream but my dream is to not raise my kids alone. I'm your wife and I haven't seen you in I don;t even knwo how long. I can't do it anymore. I'm leaving you. I love you more than anything but If I'm gonna raise those kids by myself, I might as well be by myself," Brittany said as she stood in front of me.

"I can't just leave the tour babe. I'm doing what I love and I want you here with me. I want Eric and Lynette around too. Don't do this to me," I said to her. She started crying so I went to go hold her. She pushed my arms away from her and stared at me. She was pissed.

"Don't. Don't ever touch me again. You don't get to do that anymore. You haven't touched me in 2 years and now you want to start when I tell you I'm leaving you. No. You can't win me over like you used to. I'm done. Expect divorce papers soon. Good bye Dave," Brittany said and walked out of the door.

I should have ran after her. Once the divorce was finalized, she moved away and didn't tell me where she went. Krist knew where she was and talked to her daily but he never told me no matter how many times I asked. Krist didn't tell me anything about Brittany and the kids until 2004. She had gotten married the year after Jordyn and I did and then had a kid the year after that. Once she and I where both married, Krist started showing me pictures of Eric and Lynette everytime he saw me. Eric was 5 and Lynette was 3 when Britt left and they were 12 and 10 when I saw the first picture. Krist had also shown me a picture of Britt and her new husband. She looked happy but not entirely happy. The sparkle in her eyes had disappeared. I pulled into Taylor's driveway and headed to the door. Taylor opened it as I got to it and I walked right in.

"What happened exactly?" Taylor asked as we sat down in the living room. I had a bottle of crown and a glass. I was set for the night. Taylor had a beer as the kids where here and he didn't get drunk as a skunk anymore.

"She said she was tired of me touring and that even when I'm on vacation I work. Well fuck her. She constantly changes the house and spends money like it grows in the backyard," I said. I thought about calling Krist and asking about Brittany. I knew she was single again. After her and idiot got divorce, Krist said she hadn't been with anyone. What would Taylor say if I brought ti up to him.

"Well stay as long as you want bro. If I was single, we'd go to the strippers," Taylor said.

"You and Alison are divorced. You are single you weirdo," I said as I finished my first and poured the second.

"I'm kinda seeing someone. I dated her back in the day but I fucked up and she left. Kinda like you and...." he stopped. I looked at him.

"Say her name," I said and he looked at me weirdly.