Writing on a Saturday afternoon ...

Just something I'm working on this Saturday.  What do you think?

In the thirty years since their wedding day, they had had their share of ups and downs. Way more downs if truth be told. But, despite the addictions, the constant arguments over sex and his uncontrollable need to control everything, she had stuck with him, even when it was time to say goodbye.

“Gotta go”, he had told her when the little they could take with them was packed and in the car.

“Please, I don't want to. Lets just stay here”, she begged.

“Can't”.

“Sure we can”, her voice growing more and more desperate. “ We can make it work. We'll find a bigger place. Take everyone with us. Work as a team”.

“We can't”, he said too firmly, as if talking to a child instead of his soulmate.

“We gotta go, Babe. I'm sorry”, he said and he was.

If he had known the truth, what the takeover was really about, they would have rode it out at home in Brooklyn just like they had for over thirty years.

Now, they were closer than ever but the love of his life was drifting further and further away.” Just like this damn boat”, he thought.