Three days before my flight, Derek arrived unexpectedly.<\/p>\n
I was folding clothes beside an open suitcase.<\/p>\n
He stood in the doorway for a moment.<\/p>\n
"Can we talk?"<\/p>\n
I put the sweater down.<\/p>\n
"Of course."<\/p>\n
I made coffee.<\/p>\n
We sat at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
The same table where I had helped him with homework.<\/p>\n
The same table where I had sat after Thanksgiving, wondering whether I had been wrong to book the trip.<\/p>\n
He looked around the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Then he asked a few practical questions about Portugal.<\/p>\n
Where was I staying?<\/p>\n
How long would I be gone?<\/p>\n
Would I be able to get groceries?<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
He seemed to be searching for something to say.<\/p>\n
Finally, he looked at me.<\/p>\n
"Mom, I know Cassie shouldn't have said what she said."<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
He rubbed his hands together.<\/p>\n
"I just think your reaction was a little extreme."<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
I had expected an apology.<\/p>\n
Instead, I was being asked to defend my decision.<\/p>\n
"Do you really think I booked eight weeks in Portugal just to get even with your wife?"<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
"I don't know what to think."<\/p>\n
I took a breath.<\/p>\n
I wanted him to understand that the trip had not begun with Thanksgiving.<\/p>\n
It had begun months earlier.<\/p>\n
I had spent months looking at photographs of little houses in Portugal.<\/p>\n
I had spent months imagining what it would feel like to have a day that belonged to me.<\/p>\n
I had spent months telling myself that I would go when the time was right.<\/p>\n
Thanksgiving had simply made me realize that the right time was never going to arrive on its own.<\/p>\n
"I've wanted to do this for a long time, Derek."<\/p>\n
He looked down at the table.<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"Every time I talked about traveling, someone needed something. I kept putting it off because I thought there would be a better time."<\/p>\n
He didn't answer.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
"For years, I've arranged my days around what you and Cassandra needed. I did it because I love you. But somewhere along the way, you both started assuming my time belonged to you."<\/p>\n
He looked up.<\/p>\n
"I never meant to make you feel that way."<\/p>\n
I believed him.<\/p>\n
That was the difficult part.<\/p>\n
I didn't think Derek had deliberately set out to take advantage of me.<\/p>\n
He had simply become accustomed to having me available.<\/p>\n
He had become accustomed to my help.<\/p>\n
And I had become accustomed to giving it.<\/p>\n
"I know you didn't. But not meaning to do something doesn't mean it hasn't happened."<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
After a moment, he said, "I guess I never really thought about it."<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
"That's why we need to change things."<\/p>\n
We talked about the bills.<\/p>\n
I explained which expenses I had been covering and when I would stop paying them.<\/p>\n
He admitted that he hadn't realized how many payments were coming from my account.<\/p>\n
"They've just been part of our budget," he said.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"That's exactly why we need to change it."<\/p>\n
He didn't argue.<\/p>\n
For the first time, I felt that he was listening.<\/p>\n
Not agreeing with everything I said.<\/p>\n
Not pretending he understood all of it.<\/p>\n
Just listening.<\/p>\n
Before he left, he carried my suitcase downstairs.<\/p>\n
Then he stood beside the front door.<\/p>\n
"Have a good trip, Mom."<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
"Thank you, sweetheart."<\/p>\n
He hugged me.<\/p>\n
It was a longer hug than usual.<\/p>\n
I held him for a moment.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell him that I loved him.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell him that I wasn't angry.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell him that I hoped we could find a better way to be a family.<\/p>\n
But I didn't say any of those things.<\/p>\n
I simply hugged him back.<\/p>\n
After he left, I sat on the front steps.<\/p>\n
I watched his car disappear down the road.<\/p>\n
I felt sad.<\/p>\n
I also felt lighter.<\/p>\n
He hadn't fully understood my decision.<\/p>\n
But we had finally spoken honestly.<\/p>\n
And that mattered.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Joanna drove me to the airport.<\/p>\n
We stopped for breakfast.<\/p>\n
She insisted on paying.<\/p>\n
"It's your retirement celebration," she said.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
I had been retired for several years.<\/p>\n
But I hadn't really felt retired.<\/p>\n
I had felt like a person waiting for everyone else to finish needing her.<\/p>\n
Joanna asked what I planned to paint first.<\/p>\n
I told her I might try a window.<\/p>\n
Or a doorway.<\/p>\n
She reminded me that I used to draw little pictures on her school lunch bags.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten about that.<\/p>\n
Leonard used to tease me because I spent so much time decorating the bags that the sandwiches got flattened.<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
"I haven't painted anything in years."<\/p>\n
"Then it's about time."<\/p>\n
At the airport, Joanna hugged me.<\/p>\n
She told me to photograph everything.<\/p>\n
Even the ordinary things.<\/p>\n
I promised I would.<\/p>\n
The journey was exhausting.<\/p>\n
By the time I reached Lisbon, I was tired and a little overwhelmed.<\/p>\n
But when I finally arrived in \u00d3bidos, the little house looked exactly like the photographs.<\/p>\n
White walls.<\/p>\n
Blue shutters.<\/p>\n
Terracotta pots.<\/p>\n
A quiet courtyard.<\/p>\n
In\u00eas, the rental manager, helped me carry my luggage along the cobbled street.<\/p>\n
She showed me the heating.<\/p>\n
She explained where to buy groceries.<\/p>\n
She recommended a bakery just beyond the old walls.<\/p>\n
Before she left, she asked whether I needed anything else.<\/p>\n
My usual answer would have been to say that everything was fine.<\/p>\n
Instead, I admitted that I felt nervous about staying alone.<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
"New places always feel strange at first. Tomorrow, go out for coffee. You'll feel better."<\/p>\n
I thanked her.<\/p>\n
Then I stood in the doorway and watched her walk away.<\/p>\n
The house was quiet.<\/p>\n
I put my suitcase beside the bed.<\/p>\n
I opened the shutters.<\/p>\n
The courtyard was small.<\/p>\n
There were flowers beside the wall.<\/p>\n
A little table stood near the window.<\/p>\n
I could hear footsteps in the street.<\/p>\n
Someone was speaking in Portuguese.<\/p>\n
A door closed.<\/p>\n
Then everything became quiet again.<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
I had no dinner to prepare.<\/p>\n
No dishes to wash.<\/p>\n
No one waiting for me to answer a question.<\/p>\n
For the first time in years, tomorrow contained no list of responsibilities.<\/p>\n
I wasn't sure what to do with that feeling.<\/p>\n
But I wanted to find out.<\/p>\n
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