Pieces of a Puzzle

Tornado Divorce

"I don't think I can do this anymore, Karen." I say to my not-so-loving wife.

She stops knitting her third sweater and looks up, "What?" That stupid face of hers is at again with a load of confusion this time. What a load of crap.

I clear my throat. "I guess you didn't hear me." I take a deep breath. "I DON'T THINK I CAN DO THIS ANYMORE, KAREN." I yell as she covers her ears from the impact.

"Michael." She says with irritation gripping her voice. "That was uncalled for."

I chuckle. Oh, do I pity her. As I took a step closer to her, she stood from her seat and ran over to the open window. "Look, honey!" She says, gasping air breaths for some reason. "I think that's a tornado!" She clutches her chest and takes staggering steps back towards me.

I huff out a hot breath and shake my head. "Here you go again. Always making excuses not to talk to me. That is the exact reason that I want to end this. Right here. Right now." I stare at the back of my wife's head and yell, "DID YOU HEAR ME, KAREN?"

She is still staring out the window. "Honey...we have to protect ourselves. Now." She begins picking up things around the house: pillows, blankets, etc. She is pulling out the mattress from the guest bedroom when I catch her arm.