Tuesday night found Susan in bed with a throbbing headache. Her cat Dancer was tunneled under the blankets next to her, doing his best to hide from the strangers in his house and escape the sound blasting from the next room. Susan's husband was a drummer in a rock band, and they were conducting a practice session, to be followed by another on Friday night. The floor and walls vibrated from music blaring thru stacks of amplifiers, and Susan knew it would continue until well after midnight, just as it did twice a week every week.
There was a time when she used to love to watch him play, when life was good and love was new, but the fun wore off as she came to realize that although she was the drummer's wife, the band was his mistress and making music was his first priority. She didn't begrudge him playing, she knew it was good therapy for him, the only time he escaped from the demons of childhood that still haunted him. Her problem was with them never having any time alone together, and with the ever increasing drug use that was changing him entirely. Although he told her that he only smoked weed she knew better, and she was well aware of the large amounts of money slipping through his hands. It had reached the point of her feeling like she was walking on eggshells, never knowing when he was going to flip out over the tiniest thing. Love and laughter seemed like memories from a long time ago. In fact the only time they really spent together anymore was when sleeping or eating, and even then if the conversation wasn't about him it didn't happen.
Susan typically made plans to be away from the house on Tuesday and Friday evenings for at least a couple hours, shopping, taking in a movie, or eating dinner out by herself. She dreamed of a place where she could live in peaceful surroundings, watch tv or read without the walls shaking, and without a never-ending stream of band mates and groupies overtaking her home, filling the counters and trashcans with empty beer cans and bottles, and turning the bathroom into a disgusting disaster that she'd be left to clean again the following day.
The straw that finally broke the proverbial camel's back came when Susan's often unemployed husband finally worked at a job long enough to earn a week of vacation. Excited about the thought of them going away together, Susan eagerly asked him where he would like to go. Her spirits sank when he replied that he wouldn't be going anywhere during the upcoming week, he would be spending it in studio, recording a demo with the band. Susan realized at that point that she would never have her husband back, never have a friend and partner, and would always be alone on holidays and birthdays, and even their anniversary, unless of course she wanted to go and watch him play... watch him high and having a good time as she sat there alone.
Susan realized that she didn't even have a life anymore, she couldn't remember the last time she'd done anything fun, and she was tired of it. She had prayed and she had waited, and she'd tried hard to be a perfect wife... all to no avail. The music blasting thru the house was nothing compared to sound of her heart breaking and the screams echoing in her head. It had to end, she knew that she had to escape from the madness or die trying. That night an idea began to form in Susan's mind, and she started to make a plan.~*~*~*~*~*~*~
This post was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
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