Page 7 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

‘Tony!’ ‘Tony, answer me, PLEASE!’, I pleaded. But there was no reply from the closed bathroom door. The sound of running water made sure of that. Then there was silence. I continue to plead, ‘why can’t you make a commitment after ten years? surely you want to settle down? After all, you’re not twenty any more, you are nearly forty for God’s sake’.
Tony appeared dressed only in a large towel, ‘Amber darling please calm down. I thought you liked your life’, he began, ‘going out with your friends partying’, he continued, admiring his reflection, ‘shopping whenever you want to, free to do whatever you wish, not having to answer to anyone’.
‘Tony I’m tired of the single life’ I whimpered, ‘I want to settle down, have a family!’ Tony started to dress, ignoring my cries. ‘Don’t you want that too?’ Nothing. My body clock is ticking ‘I want a baby before it’s too late’, he fixed his hair as I continued my appeal, ‘Stay and talk, I’ve missed you, do you have to go out tonight?’ I begged.
‘Amber, I promised the lads’ we were finished for now as far as he was concerned, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow and then we can talk’.
‘You have been away for the last week, I wanted to have a romantic night tonight!’ ‘Amber, I’m tired I just want to chill out with the lads’, he was starting to lose his patience, ‘now let me finish getting ready, I should have been with the lads an hour ago’.
Sobbing I leaned toward him to kiss his bare back, between his shoulder blades he always liked that. He moved away grabbing his shirt from the rack.
‘I love you so much’, I cried.
He just shrugged me off and continued to dress. My head ached from sobbing I slumped devastated as Tony left the apartment. I sat on the bed and reached for the