Mr. Skeletals drunk writing on the death of a marriage

I’m driving home from work. It’s been a long demanding day with unrealistic expectations but I always get it done. I have to get a new job, I must, can’t take another day of that. Ha - April fools Jim. Everyone knows you’ll never leave that place. Everyone tells you you’re good for that place, but everyone’s a kiss ass at the end of the day.

In the culture of listening to your own music via various streaming services, I haven’t listened to the radio in the while. I decide to turn on the radio. as I’m scanning through the stations - and stop on a 5’oclock 90’s throw back station. “Dear, I fear we’re facing a problem you love me no longer I know…”

My mind wanders, I haven’t thought about Caroline at all today. A sinking feeling comes over to me, I check my time clock - I have to see her in 25 minutes? I have to eat dinner with her? I think back to the last time I texted her, and at a red light I open her messages. 3 days in a row she has sent me Good Morning text messages, and I haven’t responded. I didn’t even mean to do that. At another light, I look at our message history by scrolling fast. Lots of white. Not a lot of blue. I don’t remember things always being that way.

I pull in the driveway, shift it into park and for some reason - today, I wish I could be any where else. I walk through the door and hear a “hi hun!!!” I walk to the bathroom where Caroline has a curler in her hand and she’s moving her hips to some pop music. She asks me how my day was, why I didn’t respond to her, but I get her to a point where she talks to me about her.

It gives me the opportunity to stare off into the distance and think - I don’t know when I stopped caring. I wonder when I stopped loving her. I get flashes of what were once my favorite memories, them playing like a meaningless movie in my mind.

She snaps at me “did you hear anything I said?” Dear we are facing a problem and there’s nothing you can do.