The Interview

I Don't Love You

It’s been a week since that crappy interview and the rush around it hasn’t stopped, yet. All the “dempeo” fans, as I learned they call me and Ellen, are writing and posting photos and videos of us all the time. Not that I’m complaining, I actually like seeing our old photos where we were happy. And all this time I’ve been thinking if she’s seen the interview and what eventually was her reaction. During this week I also filled for the divorce. It was quite quick, but I’ve never felt so content in my life.

As I was sitting on the couch, Jillian came home. Without the kids. I didn’t greet her nor she did. She was walking around, picking up some things. I was watching her. It was like I was watching a complete stranger rushing around. I didn’t feel anything.

“Do you need help?” I asked her trying to be polite. She shot me a disgusted look.

“Yeah, just get your fucking ass from that fucking couch and go away!” she shouted back angrily. I was calm. I wanted this to be over. I imagined my life if I would have done another decision many years ago.

“I am at my own house; I’m not going anywhere. You have your own house now, where you can go. Just leave me alone.” I said as I got up and grabbed my keys.

“How can you be so… fucking calm?” I could see a hint of desperation in her voice.

“Because I don’t love you. That’s all.” I almost whispered as I stared into her eyes. She wasn’t hurt, she was just jealous and that’s what makes me so sure our relationship is over.

“Oh now that’s funny! Do you think that she will watch your fucking interview and get emotional about our McDreamy?!You hope it will hit her hard…? The fact that you still love her? What the fuck, Patrick! What were you thinking? You’re so stupid and naïve! She will never be with you, don’t you get it? She has a perfect family, lots of money! She will NEVER leave this because of someone like you! Never!” she yelled at me I didn’t care. All I was thinking about was Ellen, her birthday and that I need to surprise her with something special. However, I was not so sure she will accept it.

“Jillian, the divorce papers are signed, we will be divorced by this time tomorrow so my life is none of your business. This is over. I’m done.” I opened the door and stepped into the rain. I got to my car and drove to my favourite flowers’ shop where I’ve been buying the same flowers all those years we were together. Together… I smiled. It sounded weird but somehow it calmed me down.

I arrived at the shop and got inside. The shopkeeper smiled.

“White tulips? Haven’t seen you in a while.” He winked at me. I smiled myself and put my hands on the counter. 

“I have a very special order. You can’t disappoint me, Stuart!” I said and smiled with my McDreamy smile. He knew.

“Let’s go to the backyard to see what we have there.” I followed him and couldn’t stop smiling. It would be perfect. She is perfect.

I looked on my mobile. It was 10 am, 9th November, 2019.