A Shock to the System

It's eleven o'clock at night, the night before we are supposed to move in together, and Marie hasn't called me. In fact she hasn't picked up or returned two phone calls. I think maybe she is at the Pit Stop bar with her new friends, the people she met during her summer of freedom. Wherever she is and whatever she is doing, she won't take my phone calls and won't return my call. It's strange behavior for a husband and wife, particularly at this specific time in the long journey we have taken.

I don't want to jump to conclusions or judge too harshly, but I've called three times this evening (I just tried again) and she hasn't answered me or called me back, and that is strange. Earlier this afternoon she told me her daughter Ashley was sick and had gone to the emergency room. She didn't have any details, and her disappearance could be related to that, certainly. But I feel I ought to know. A married couple ought to be communicating with each other. There's an understanding and a basic trust that's sacred, and this doesn't feel right. Maybe she's in a panic. Maybe there's something she hasn't told me. This isn't the right way to begin something this important. I'm disappointed and a little sad.

Unless there's a good explanation for this, we should probably call off our reunion. I'm stunned at this turn of events. I never thought I'd be writing a post like this, after all we had overcome.