This Is What Kept Me Up At Night
The story is supposed to be packed with emotion and be interesting…
I made special note this week of the stuff that was keeping me awake at night. I read that yesterday as a suggestion in someone else’s work.
Last Sunday as I was driving away from our lake house, I drove past the garage very slowly in order to look in the windows in case I missed anything by not walking in there over the icy ground.
My boyfriend and I looked through the windows and saw the Triumph motorcycle my husband has been keeping there since the garage construction was completed last year. There was also what looked like a much larger bike parked next to it.
“Wow, that doesn’t look like the Triumph.” I said.
“No, it isn’t.” he said.
He asked me to stop the car so he could hop out and go in the garage to check it out for me. He took the key out of my glove compartment.
“Wait a minute, I’m going in.”
I drove around the garage and pulled my car into the bay next to where the bikes were parked.
Sitting next to the Triumph was a sparkling new, Indian mortorcycle. It was beautiful. I knew nothing about it. I took a second to think of the possibilities other than the obvious. Maybe a friend was storing it in our garage because they had no place to keep it.
“Wow. Isn’t that nice?” I said.
The most likely explanation was that my husband had bought it without my knowledge and hoped I wouldn’t notice it. It wouldn’t be the first time he had done something so sneaky. I’ve known him for 40 years.
I was so stunned I couldn’t even think to take a photograph. Knee jerk reactions were starting to form. I imagined the way the confrontation was going to go. I knew the bike was very, very expensive.
My husband relies on me to handle most of his personal paperwork and bills. I had seen no evidence of a motorcycle purchase, registration or insurance. I guess he figured out how to pay at least one bill on his own.
I thought about whether I should bother asking about it at all, and if so, how, as I drove the hour and a half back to my home. Rex suggested I keep it under my hat.
I rather prefer having a strategy over a reaction. I’m sure my husband wondered if I had ventured into the garage over the weekend. He probably figured my disability would keep me from trying to walk over the icy pathway that led to the doors. He likely didn’t know I had programmed the garage door openers in my car with the remote he had left in the house when the construction was completed.
I resisted the urge to ask about the bike all week. I did let my mind wander all over the place about whether I should give any benefit of the doubt to the possibility that the new bike did not belong to my husband and me. I did however mention to him that he needs to move his 1947 Harley Davidson and his two dirt bikes out of my garage soon.
I fought the urge to casually mention anything about it to our sons who live with me and were certainly privy to the story of their dad’s new toy. They would never say anything to villify him in any way.
I was awake many nights this week wondering if my husband is running our business into the ground without my knowledge with a plan to surprise me with the fact that I am entitled to half of nothing if he wants to suddenly get a divorce. We have been separated for close to four years, and both of us maintain that it is better not to get a divorce. I’m pretty certain he can’t be trusted.
Thank you for reading :)