I didn’t hear anything from Lindsey for the rest of the night.
Her phone went silent.
I went to bed with my phone in my hand, just in case.
Most of the next day was pretty silent as well. It wasn’t until Mark and I were out running a couple of errands that Lindsey finally broke her silence.
Lindsey: I think I’m going to need a place to stay…
When I got back home Lindsey’s suitcases were already on my front step.
She basically ran to give me a hug when she saw me. “He took my son,” she whimpered into my arms. “How could he do that? He took my son! Becca he’s never changed a poopy diaper, he’s never fed him pablum before!! How could he take him??”
I hugged her harder. I didn’t have an answer.
We brought her things inside and she told me about their fight. He had left for work like usual. His texting was short and curt for the entire day and when he got home he had calmly asked her for her keys, her rings and her son. And then he had simply closed the door.
She cried into my shoulder for most of the night. I could hardly blame her.
We stayed up late into the night talking as I don’t think anyone was really in the mood for sleep. Who could sleep? Our worlds had just been turned upside down. Lindsey was on the brink of a divorce. Mark and I were the guilty party caught in the middle. And now we had a house guest, one we had never bargained for.
I didn’t have a guest room set up, unfortunately, so we rolled out the blankets for the couch and love seat. She got the couch. I stayed on the love seat so she didn’t have to be alone.
Part way through the night I woke up to her crawling onto the love seat next to me.
Sometimes, you just need to know that someone is there.
The next morning she woke up early and left to run some errands. When she got back she had multiple bottles of vodka in her arms. She was ready to forget, but instead she spent a lot of time finally telling us the truth….