I’m reading The Good Widow by Liz Fenton and Lisa Steinke. It’s good. It’s about a woman whose husband dies in a place he wasn’t meant to be. He travels for work. Sound familiar? Yep, that’s my life, except for the dead bit. So now she’s asking herself all the trust questions and it’s terrible because she’ll never get answers. I could ask those questions, but we never really know, do we? It’s the trust issue, take it all on faith or don’t, there’s no in between. Well I guess there is, if you’re someone who goes through their spouse’s phone or computer, or pockets and wallet and junk in those spaces in the csr. I don’t. A) because I’ve got too much junk myself, but also Ive got better things to do, but perhaps that’s just because I’m on the faith side of things. Aside from vows, you trust or you don’t. If you’re a pick-pocket when they come home, are you ever really satisfied depending on what you do or don’t find?
The other day I was talking to the boys about secret lives, I cant remember why. I went with the secret agent tack, rather than the cheating spouse with a new family in every time zone angle. I used True Lies as an example. I love that movie. The boys were skeptical as I made my arguments for Husband being some sort of spy.
Everything fits, when you look at it like that – the travelling, vague stories, phone calls from exotic locales, suitcases that have seen better days and that he doesn’t share his suitcase with us when we do travel as a family. It’s all a cover.
Anyhoo, I’m excited to keep reading and find out how everything goes more pear-shaped. Because that’s the only way it can play out now, isn’t it?