Excerpt Sunday 19

Once again I feared I might be running out of excerpts but then I remembered the novel I began on New Year’s Day of this year. The working title is Falling Out. Enjoy!

 img_1904Life has a way of letting you know when it’s time to move on. If you are smart you pick up on the clues fate tosses your way rather quickly. You stop to look around,  take stock of your situation, and then you make whatever changes are necessary. If you are like me, it may take a while longer.

It wasn’t until New Year’s day, when I literally fell out of bed, that it dawned on me I was living a ridiculous life. It suddenly became blatantly clear that I had begun taking great lengths to avoid my husband as we slept at night. So much so that there was no longer room for me in our bed. Finally, I found it to be impossible to avoid the obvious. When you are sleeping that close to the edge, you are bound to fall, or as was the case for me, to hit the ground, literally.

I hit the floor with a thud, and yet the man I had vowed to love through sickness and health, till death do us part, didn’t even notice. Well, in truth he may very well have noticed, but if he did, he certainly didn’t bother to stir or check to see if I was okay. Fortunately the extra pillows I kept on the bed during the day, but threw onto the floor at night, softened my fall, so it was only my self esteem that was bruised. “This is no way to start the new year,” I couldn’t help thinking, as I pulled myself up and stumbled into our magnificent en suite bathroom. Say what you may about the mess my life had become, but no one could accuse me of not appreciating that bathroom. It was truly a sight to behold.

Picture if you will, an oasis in which spa-like does not even begin to do it justice. I have been to several spas over the years and not one of them has been as nice as that bathroom. All of the stone in the room is in similar color. The contrast comes from the finishes — rough travertine up the walls, honed travertine on the floors, and polished Crema Marfil marble on the countertops of the antique cabinets. The room is earthy yet elegant, spacious but intimate. In short, it is sheer perfection. Stepping into the shower, I knew leaving my marriage would be difficult, but giving up that bathroom I feared might actually kill me.


About bridgetstraub

Author, Artist & Mom. First novel "Searching for My Wand" was published in December 2011
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