Another Reason to Cry

Kinda Like It In A Coma

1996

With the end of her crumbling marriage nearing, Jenny was made to form the conclusion that she was unworthy of love.

Her relationship with Axl went south. Her relationship with Dave soured. And her marriage to David died. Just the thought of her many unsuccessful attempts at good relationships left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Jenny could only hope her relationship with her daughter would never go wrong.

Alise, now six, didn't really have a grasp on what was going on with her mother and step-dad. She could understand David had had an affair, but she wasn't sure what that meant exactly. Her limited knowledge of the situation still warranted her aversion to the ginger rockstar.

David was unimpressed with Alise's obvious dislike toward him, but he left it alone. Alise wasn't his kid, and he wasn't entirely worried. Once the divorce was finalised, he could have sex with anything on two legs without consequence. He was looking forward to it.

Jenny was, however, taking the divorce pretty hard. She couldn't bring herself to look at David, to look at her bedroom, to look at her bed in the same manner. The image of David plunging himself into another female in her bed was burned into her memory.  She couldn't get it out of her mind.

Jenny's thoughts were broken by a knock on the front door. She groaned as she got up, swaying a little on her feet. When she'd righted herself, Jenny stumbled to the door, opening it with drunken mumbles spilling from her lips. Her vision was practically a haze; it was clear, but she wasn't taking anything in.

"Yeah?" She slurred out, lifting a glass bottle to her mouth and taking a swig of the burning liquid. She sighed out as the liquid burned her throat, setting fire to her insides as it settled painfully in her stomach. 

"Your lawyer called me. You're officially Jenny Delgado again."

Jenny rolled her eyes, arms shooting up in the air, the alcohol sloshing in its container.

"What do I care? It's happening anyway," Jenny slurred out, stumbling away from the door. Her visitor sighed, entering the house.

"Is Alise home?"

Jenny blinked rapidly, confusion swirling around her brain.

"Huh?"

The visitor sighed.

"I'll call someone and tell them to get Alise. You need to sober up."

Jenny squinted her eyes, studying the visitor closely—not that she could really see them all that well.

"Rosa? Why'd my—why're you here?"

Rosa sighed, gently tugging the bottle from Jenny's hand and ushering her toward the living room.

"Your lawyer called me. You didn't answer your phone," Rosa explained slowly. Jenny nodded, stumbling onto the couch. "You're officially divorced."

Jenny, her brain a drunkenly addled mess of confusion and random thoughts, began to cry.