Matt’s Canada Day

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It was Canada Day. Usually, he spent it either with Gina and Cam or sometimes with the rest of the family but this year he decided that he was going to spend it alone. He would go for a ride and then, spend the rest of the day reading or watching television. When he felt up to it, he would call his folks, Joel and Kira and talk to them for a while. And he would call Cam. It was hard not seeing his son everyday. Since he moved out of the house and into his new place, he saw him only on the weekends.

Gina brought him over on Friday evening and pick him up on Sunday afternoon. She had tried to talk his father out of getting the divorce but he was resolute. He wanted out of their marriage. Unfortunately, the law required that the couple must have lived separate and apart for 1 year with the idea that their marriage was over before they could get a divorce. So, he had to wait for 8 months before he could file for one. 8 months seemed like a lifetime.

And it didn’t help that his feelings for Melania were growing. Seeing her at his father’s birthday celebration was a bittersweet torment. How he longed to do as she had suggested and go off somewhere so that they could be alone but a sense of propriety prevented him. He was still a married man even though Gina and he were separated. Before he could even think of pursuing a relationship with Melania, he had to be divorced.

He went to the window and looked out. The sun felt nice and warm on his face. Time to go for that ride. He was about to go into his bedroom to grab his keys when his cell rang. It was on top of the dresser. He picked up and when he saw the number displayed, he answered it. “Hey, Joel.”

“Hey, Bro. How are you doing?”

“Fine. I was just on my way out for a ride.”

“If I had known, I would have joined you.”

“I’m sure you’d rather spend your morning with Kira than with me. Say hello to her for me.”

“I will. So, does this mean that we won’t be seeing you today?”

“Sorry, Joel. I’m going to spend this Canada Day solo.”

“All right. Well, if you change your mind, come on over.”

“Thanks.”

“What about Cam?”

“I’ll see him over the weekend.”

“All right. Well, I hope you have a good day.”

“Thanks. Happy Canada Day.”

“You too. ‘Bye.”

He ended the call and leaving the cell on the dresser, he grabbed his keys and left the room. Fortunately, his bike was in a storage locker on one of the higher parking levels so he didn’t have to lug it up five levels of parking before leaving the building. He went for a long ride, savoring the sunshine and the gentle wind in his face. He went to the park and spent a couple of hours there, with his bike leaning against a tree while he sat under it.

When he had spoken to Joel earlier, he had been tempted to ask him if Melania was spending Canada Day with them. It was probably a good thing he had left his cell at home or he would have called her. He closed his eyes and sighed when he remembered how good she looked in that dress. He thought about her beautiful soft skin and how his body had ached to feel hers against it. It was aching right now. His loins were on fire and his jeans suddenly felt tight as he became hard. Frustrated, he scrambled to his feet and grabbing his bike, he wheeled it down the path.

It was just after noon when he returned home. He was pushing his bike towards the building when he froze. Gina was standing beside her car in the parking lot. When she saw him, she walked over to him. “Hello, Matt.”

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Matt–“

“Where’s Cam?”

“With my parents.”

“Am I still going to see him tomorrow?”

“Yes. Matt–“

“I’m really not in the mood to see anyone right now.”

“I called Joel because I thought you might be at their place and was surprised when he told me that you weren’t. I was going to call your parents but he told me that you were spending the day alone.”

“Why aren’t you with your parents and Cam?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“All right. What is it?”

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“I know what I did was wrong. It was stupid and selfish and thoughtless but I was afraid that when you found out that I had miscarried, you would leave me. And as it turns out, I-I was right.”

“As your husband, I had a right to know about the miscarriage, Gina.”

“You’re right, Matt. I-I should have told you and I didn’t. I’m truly sorry about that.”

“I don’t think you’re sorry for what you did. If I hadn’t found out you still wouldn’t have told me. You were hoping that you would never have to tell me. You were hoping that you could get me to sleep with you so that you could get pregnant again. Your little scheme didn’t work, did it? I thank God that I didn’t walk into your little trap. You were going to use that pregnancy to tie me down. You would have used it to try to talk me out of the separation but your plans didn’t work.”

“I was desperate. I was afraid of losing you to that–hussy.”

“Leave Mel out of it.”

“How can I? She’s the reason why you want to end our marriage.”

“She isn’t and you know it. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to enjoy the rest of the day.”

“Matt–“

“Goodbye, Gina.” And he walked past her.

Gina stared after him, her eyes filling with tears. She couldn’t believe that he was going to spend Canada day alone. Maybe he was going to spend it with Melania. Her eyes darkened with jealousy and hatred towards her rival welled up inside her. She was to blame for Matt’s sudden desire to get a divorce. Well, she wasn’t going to give him and their marriage up without a fight.

Source: Russell Alexander

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