Page 9 of Love Undecided
And there was nothing we could do about it.
Little streams of snot were coming down her upper lip and sliding into her mouth. She kept trying to wipe it away on her arm, but it wasn't doing much good.
I had this extreme urge to laugh. To take her in my arms and let her blow her nose in my shirt and have us both laugh about the snot and the absurdity of this conversation.
"I don't need you standing by anything. I need you to leave. To get your things and leave. You don't need to take everything, I'll be gone all day tomorrow and you can come back then to get the rest. I'll get the key from you another time."
"Kat, you aren't thinking straight, baby, there is no reason for me to leave. I'm here. I love you. I want to be with you. I want to help you."
"I don't need your help!"
"Okay, clearly I'm not saying all the right things here, but Kat, you know how much I love you and how badly I want to spend the rest of my life with you. The rest ofyourlife with you. We are better together than we are apart. A bad day together is always better than a good day apart, right?” I felt my chest constricting and I couldn’t breathe.
Was she serious about this?
She couldn’t be.
There’s no way she really wanted me to leave.
"If you don't get your things and go in the next five minutes, I'm calling the cops."
"Oh come on! You're being ridiculous. Let's just sit down and talk about this. Or better yet, how about you lie down, I'll make you some tea, you can get some rest, maybe sleep off the tequila, and we will talk about it in the morning when we've both had some time to calm down."
She looked at me. “Five minutes."
Then she walked into her home office and locked the door. I sat down outside the door to her office and tried to reason with her. Tried to get her to open the door. She wouldn't answer me. I was starting to get worried about whether she was even conscious after half a bottle of tequila.
The front doorbell rang and I stood to go answer it. Before I could even get to the door, I saw the blue and red flashing lights through the window.
"Oh for fuck’s sake, Kat! Are you kidding me?" I yelled.
I opened the door to a couple of officers.
“Can I help you, officers?"
"We received a domestic disturbance complaint, sir. Was that you we just heard yelling?"
"Yes, but it was just because it was ridiculous and unnecessary for her to call you."
"I think we'll be the judge of whether the call was necessary or not. Can you tell us where the lady of the house is now?"
"Kat is her name. She's my fiancée, and she is in her home office down the hall there," I turned to point toward Kat's office.
"Do you mind if we come in?"
"For what purpose?" I ask dumbly since I already know the answer.
"We'd like to talk to her, make sure everything is okay and that no one is hurt."
"I would never hurt Kat, I'm just upset that she's trying to break it off with me. We're getting married in two weeks. We're practically married now."
"Sir?" He motions toward the inside of the house.
"Yeah, sorry, come in." I wave them through the door. They come in cautiously, looking around.
"Which way to the home office?"
"That door there.” I point out Kat's office door.
