The next morning, Derek called while I was making toast.<\/p>\n
I answered with the phone tucked between my shoulder and ear.<\/p>\n
"Mom, what's going on?"<\/p>\n
His voice sounded irritated.<\/p>\n
Not worried.<\/p>\n
I put the butter down.<\/p>\n
"What do you mean?"<\/p>\n
"Cassandra says you're upset about something she said yesterday."<\/p>\n
I looked out the kitchen window.<\/p>\n
The tree Leonard had planted years ago stood beside the fence.<\/p>\n
Its branches were bare.<\/p>\n
I had watched it grow through every season of my children's lives.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I still expected Leonard to come outside and check whether it needed trimming.<\/p>\n
"Heard what she said," I replied.<\/p>\n
Derek sighed.<\/p>\n
"She didn't mean anything by it."<\/p>\n
I took a breath.<\/p>\n
"She made a joke about my entire personality being cooking and cleaning. I didn't find it funny."<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
Then he said, "You know how Cassie is. She says things without thinking."<\/p>\n
I looked down at the toast.<\/p>\n
"I know. I've been listening to her do it for eight years."<\/p>\n
He didn't answer.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
I wanted him to understand that this wasn't about one sentence.<\/p>\n
It was about the years of being expected to help.<\/p>\n
The years of being the person who was always available.<\/p>\n
The years of pretending that it didn't bother me.<\/p>\n
"Mom, I think you're making too much of it."<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The same excuse I had heard so many times.<\/p>\n
I was too sensitive.<\/p>\n
I was making a fuss.<\/p>\n
I should let it go.<\/p>\n
I should be grateful that everyone had enjoyed dinner.<\/p>\n
I looked at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
The same table where I had helped Derek with his homework.<\/p>\n
The same table where I had paid bills after Leonard died.<\/p>\n
The same table where I had sat alone the night before, trying to understand why I felt so hurt.<\/p>\n
"Derek, why didn't you say something when she made that comment?"<\/p>\n
He was quiet.<\/p>\n
Then he asked, "What was I supposed to say?"<\/p>\n
I stared at the phone.<\/p>\n
I couldn't believe he had asked me that.<\/p>\n
"You could have reminded everyone that I'm more than the woman who cooks your meals."<\/p>\n
He exhaled.<\/p>\n
"Mom, it was a joke."<\/p>\n
"It didn't feel like one."<\/p>\n
He began explaining that Cassandra hadn't intended to hurt me.<\/p>\n
I listened.<\/p>\n
I had spent years listening to people explain why something they had done shouldn't have bothered me.<\/p>\n
I was tired.<\/p>\n
I didn't want another explanation.<\/p>\n
"Maybe I've been making this smaller than it is for too long."<\/p>\n
He went quiet.<\/p>\n
Then he asked the question that told me exactly what he was thinking.<\/p>\n
"So who's supposed to handle Christmas?"<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
I looked at the table.<\/p>\n
I looked at the toast.<\/p>\n
I looked at the empty chair where Leonard used to sit.<\/p>\n
"Derek, you're forty years old. You have a wife, a kitchen, and a grocery store ten minutes from your house. I'm sure you'll manage."<\/p>\n
He didn't answer.<\/p>\n
I could hear him breathing.<\/p>\n
Then he said he would call later.<\/p>\n
I told him I would be home.<\/p>\n
We hung up.<\/p>\n
I sat there for a long time.<\/p>\n
I felt sad.<\/p>\n
I also felt relieved.<\/p>\n
I had finally said something I had been afraid to say for years.<\/p>\n
And the world hadn't ended.<\/p>\n
That afternoon, I called Joanna.<\/p>\n
She was thirty-seven and worked as a physical therapist in Durham.<\/p>\n
She had always encouraged me to travel.<\/p>\n
She had been the one who told me I should go to New Zealand alone.<\/p>\n
She had been the one who helped me choose a suitcase.<\/p>\n
She had been the one who reminded me that I was allowed to enjoy my retirement.<\/p>\n
I told her about Thanksgiving.<\/p>\n
I told her about Cassandra's joke.<\/p>\n
I told her about Derek looking down at his plate.<\/p>\n
Then I told her about Portugal.<\/p>\n
There was a long silence.<\/p>\n
I thought the call had dropped.<\/p>\n
Then she said, "Mom, you actually booked it?"<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
"I did."<\/p>\n
She sounded delighted.<\/p>\n
"That's wonderful!"<\/p>\n
I told her I was nervous.<\/p>\n
I had never been away for eight weeks before.<\/p>\n
I had never spent Christmas in another country.<\/p>\n
I had never been so far from my grandchildren for so long.<\/p>\n
Joanna reminded me that I had traveled alone before.<\/p>\n
"You went to New Zealand by yourself, remember?"<\/p>\n
"I remember."<\/p>\n
"And you were fine."<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
"I was."<\/p>\n
She paused.<\/p>\n
Then she said something that stayed with me.<\/p>\n
"Mom, you spent my whole childhood telling me I could do things even when they scared me. I think it's time you listened to yourself."<\/p>\n
I looked at the reservation confirmation.<\/p>\n
I felt something loosen inside me.<\/p>\n
I had spent so many years telling my children to be brave.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten that I could be brave too.<\/p>\n
After we hung up, I opened my bank statements again.<\/p>\n
I wasn't trying to punish Derek.<\/p>\n
I wasn't trying to make his life difficult.<\/p>\n
I simply needed to know where my money was going.<\/p>\n
I began writing down every payment I had been making.<\/p>\n
The subscriptions.<\/p>\n
The storage unit.<\/p>\n
The regular transfers.<\/p>\n
The little expenses that had become part of my monthly routine.<\/p>\n
I added them carefully.<\/p>\n
Then I prepared an email.<\/p>\n
I explained that I would continue paying through the current billing cycle.<\/p>\n
Beginning in January, Derek and Cassandra would need to take responsibility for those costs themselves.<\/p>\n
I read the email twice.<\/p>\n
Then I sent it.<\/p>\n
Derek replied that evening.<\/p>\n
"Why are you changing everything all of a sudden?"<\/p>\n
I looked at the message.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell him that nothing had changed all of a sudden.<\/p>\n
I had simply stopped pretending.<\/p>\n
Instead, I wrote:<\/p>\n
"I need to organize my retirement around my own plans. I hope you understand."<\/p>\n
He didn't respond.<\/p>\n
Two days later, Cassandra sent me a message.<\/p>\n
It was a Christmas menu.<\/p>\n
Sixteen guests.<\/p>\n
Turkey.<\/p>\n
Ham.<\/p>\n
Mashed potatoes.<\/p>\n
Stuffing.<\/p>\n
Vegetables.<\/p>\n
Rolls.<\/p>\n
Three desserts.<\/p>\n
My name appeared beside almost every dish.<\/p>\n
At the bottom, she had written that she could pick up anything I needed.<\/p>\n
I read the message twice.<\/p>\n
Then I set the phone down.<\/p>\n
I had already told Derek I wouldn't be cooking.<\/p>\n
I had already told Cassandra I was going away.<\/p>\n
Yet somehow, she had still managed to make a plan that depended on me.<\/p>\n
I picked up the phone.<\/p>\n
"Cassandra, I won't be preparing Christmas dinner this year. I've booked an extended trip and will be out of the country."<\/p>\n
Her reply came immediately.<\/p>\n
"Out of the country?"<\/p>\n
"Yes. I'm going to Portugal."<\/p>\n
"At Christmas?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"But we've already invited everyone!"<\/p>\n
I looked at the message.<\/p>\n
I didn't feel angry.<\/p>\n
I felt tired.<\/p>\n
"I'm sure you'll still have a lovely gathering. You'll just need to make different arrangements for the food."<\/p>\n
She didn't answer.<\/p>\n
That evening, Derek called.<\/p>\n
He sounded confused.<\/p>\n
"Why didn't you tell us you were thinking about doing something like that?"<\/p>\n
I looked at the suitcase in the corner of my bedroom.<\/p>\n
I hadn't packed it yet.<\/p>\n
But I had already begun imagining what it would feel like to leave.<\/p>\n
"Because every time I mentioned traveling, someone needed me to watch the dog, help with a project, or be available for something. I got tired of waiting for a convenient time."<\/p>\n
He said they would have worked something out.<\/p>\n
Maybe they would have.<\/p>\n
But I had spent too many years waiting for that.<\/p>\n
I told him I would visit the grandchildren before leaving.<\/p>\n
I wanted them to understand that I loved them.<\/p>\n
I didn't want them to think that my trip had anything to do with them.<\/p>\n
"I want to keep being their grandmother, Derek. I just don't want that to mean I'm permanently on call."<\/p>\n
He didn't argue.<\/p>\n
I spent the following week arranging travel insurance, checking my passport, and preparing my house for an extended absence.<\/p>\n
My neighbor Ellen agreed to collect the mail and water my plants.<\/p>\n
When I told her about Portugal, she looked delighted.<\/p>\n
"Eight weeks? Diane, that's wonderful!"<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
I wasn't sure I believed it yet.<\/p>\n
But I was beginning to.<\/p>\n
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