They made me feel totally helpless, and they were violating my personal sanctuary with such cacophony that all I could think about was getting them out of my house. When Arne called me from the road to tell me he was on his way, I told him he had better get there as quickly as possible to pick up his children.
The kids were at this point crying for their daddy, and I was mad at their daddy. Yet when Arne walked in the door, they started crying because they didn’t want to leave me. Make up your minds! I thought. And then I beat myself up thinking thoughts like “They’re just kids,” “They have been through a confusing time,” “Have an open heart, Jacque! Don’t be so selfish! You’re a horrible person!” Arne took them out the door, and the moment they left, I sat down on my couch.
That night I refused to answer the phone. I watched a movie, hung out, ate dinner on my own while I just listened to the silence of my once-again-peaceful apartment.
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