Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

5. Shoot out

Nothing about the day spelled disaster. The sun was shining and everything seemed to be well in place as I drove down the familiar streets.

The chapel was fully packed when we arrived. Almost everyone had come to pay their last respects.

I surveyed the place and was satisfied to see everything was in place. None of the others had been much help when it came to the burial preparation. I was the one that was left to shoulder the weight of everything.

I didn’t complain though. I took it as a chance for me to reciprocate what he’d done for me. After all, he had fed me, clothed me and put a room over my head.

The service was about to begin and most people were already seated. I decided to sit on the opposite side. It didn’t feel right sitting with the rest. It especially didn’t feel right sitting next to Emma.

“Mom, why are we sitting here…shouldn’t we sit next to grandma?” Noah asks, pointing at where the others were.

Of course we were getting weird looks but I didn’t care. After all, it wasn’t a secret that I wasn’t wholly accepted by the family after everything that happened.

“Most people are already seated. I don’t want us to cause a fracas” I lie.

He looks like he doesn’t believe me but choses to let it go. The father arrives and the sermon begins just as I feel someone sit next to me.

I tense. I would know his presence and cologne anywhere. I don’t know what he was doing seated here. He should be with his precious Emma. In fact I would prefer if he were there.

Damn I sound bitter. Which I was. Bitter, angry and hurt.

“Dad” Noah whisper yells, which causes a few people to turn and look at us.

I glower at them making them turn back around.

between the two of

goodness for small miracles. I wouldn’t have

with him. The moment we do, I feel the

Will you have made a difference? Changed it and touched the lives of those that you met along the way? Or will you leave it with regrets?” the

even care? Whom am I kidding? They wouldn’t. They would probably hold

honestly sad. The life I have. I don’t have any friends mostly because I hold myself back. Living under the perfect shadow that was Emma nailed in the fact that I can never be good enough for anyone. I wasn’t as beautiful as she was. S**y as she was. Smart as she was. Loved as she

I’m still in her shadow. No one sees my pain or suffering. It’s all about Emma. Her pain is bigger than mine. Her happiness is a priority over mine. She always comes first in everyone’s mind while I’m left chasing after leftovers of their

me

service was over and everyone was

okay?” his deep

don’t want to talk to him let alone look at him but I’ll

stand up, without looking at him. I know it seems rude but I just can’t look at

on Noah,

jumps up and we walk towards the door. Once we’re outside we’re bombarded by a crowd of people wanting to give us their condolences. I spot some of my colleagues

hadn’t buried father yet and I was

your face” Emma’s bitter voice

around to face her. Her face was blotchy and her eyes were red and puffy, but she still looked like a freaking

didn’t want

Can we just bury

leans in so that I’m the only one that can hear

took my family from me all those years ago but no more. I plan to take everything back, including the man that was meant to be mine” she then steps aside and leaves just as the preacher calls us to go to back where

me and the departing back of my sister but doesn’t say anything.

take anything back because none of them were mine to begin

me, I lead Noah to the place that would

huddled together. Looking at them and me you would think that I was a stranger just attending the burial instead of part

the preacher says as

are the loudest as she begs for father to come back to her. Emma

him as he cries beside me. Seeing him like this brings tears to my eyes. I hate seeing

condolences. I accept them mindlessly. It was like I was there but

pa and ma” he drags me