My Heart Will Go On (869 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 1.55 on 20 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by POMmaniac (View user info) at 2005-12-28 15:49:14 EST
"We need the money," she said. I guess my mechanic's pay just wasn't enough. "We're going hungry here."
'I'll do what I have to, my love' the timber of strength in the voice rattling between my ears. I don't know how I can leave her alone. And the boys, my precious boys; by the time I return they may be men. This is the scariest thing I've ever had to do.
Friday morning I woke before the 6:00 a.m. alarm. I was now in survival mode. My body was two steps ahead of my brain. After scalding my scalp in the shower, I grabbed my duffel bag and kissed my angel on her closed left eye. I stood up straight, and took my last look of her peacefully slumbering in her usual depression in the mattress. She never woke.
The U.S. Navy Recruitment office was on the west side of town in a strip mall erected in the 70's. I saw my recruiter Petty Officer First Class Greg Simmons sitting behind the desk. P.O. Simmons stood up and extended a firm hand when he saw me walk in. He was dark like steaming espresso with a big, warm smile; but his eyes gave nothing away.
"Are you ready to be in the best shape of your life?" he asserted, not like a question.
"Even better than high school?" I chuckled from my gut.
"Oh, yeah, definately. We're going to open up unknown worlds of your strength and agility."
"Cool, where do I sign?"
"Well, hold on a minute. I've got some things I want to go over with you first." When Uncle Sam wants something, he buys it outright. And he leaves no room for negotiations.
"Frank. Phone call," my roommate Dustin held the receiver in the air. "It's your wife."
"Hey baby! How's everything going? How are the boys?" She had probably never heard so much giddiness in my voice.
"My mother's watching them while you're away. You know with my back I can't keep up."
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I know. I'll be back as soon as I can." I hesitated, "I hope we did the right thing. You know there's a chance I won't be back for a while."
"What do you mean? You only have five weeks left?" she grumbled.
"Well, yeah hon, I'll be back then. But ya know most of these guys are getting called up for service right out of basic. I mean, there's a war going on right now." I couldn't take her silence anymore. "Ok, sweetheart, well I gotta get back. I'll see you soon. Give everyone my love."
I knew it. I knew it would happen this way. I'm getting on a bus home tomorrow and I've already got my papers. Called to duty. One weekend a month my ass. I'm going to lose my job at the shop and we'll probably have even less money than we did before. But that's alright. I just don't know how to tell her. She can hardly look after herself with her bad back, much less the boys. Oh I am stupid, Stupid, STUPID! I should have got a second job mopping floors at the elementary school. Fuck me and my fucking pride. I'm so fucking sorry, baby.
My old buddy Josh picked me up from the bus station. He had thought about enlisting right out of high school but for some reason he never did. I noticed he had on a new looking shirt and jeans, but his boots were the same ones I remembered. He's been working at the indirect cell phone store for three years and I think he's the assistant manager or something. We hopped in his old gray Jimmy and he cranked up some old Godsmack he had in his player. He was all smiles and talking loudly over the music about what's new in his life now, but I couldn't understand. I just smiled and nodded along, one slow nod followed by two quick ones. All I could think about was her. I'm coming baby, hold on.
Josh pulled up to the curb outside our duplex abruptly, and hit the brakes hard. "Grab your shit and let's go, the guys are coming over to see you."
"Well, that sounds cool but I gotta spend some time with my family first," I said as I galloped up the step with the small little teddy bear in my right hand scraping my duffel bag.
"You're not gonna get your stuff?" Josh looked a little pale.
"No, I don't have to leave for a couple of days," I said, knocking on the door and trying the knob. Finally, I relented my laziness and went digging for my set of keys in the bag.
"Uh, I don't think she's here, dude," Josh informed. I inserted the square brass key into the knob. I wiggled and jostled, then I shook the door in its narrow space between the locked jam.
"Joy?!" I pounded the door.
"Dude, she's gone. When you said you wanted me to take you home, I thought you needed the rest of your stuff."
"Why would I need my stuff? Where is it going?"
"It's not going anywhere, dude, it's already GONE."
"Where the fuck is my wife!" it came out rhetorical, but wasn't intended that way.
"She moved out. I don't know where. She probably moved in with that fuckin guy."
No, this couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. I love her. What fucking guy?! She knows I did this for her, she couldn't be mad. What fucking guy?!
"What fucking guy?!"
"I think his name is Tom something. He's a fucking douche."
If this is real, my heart will never slow down. I will never catch my breath. Please God, unmake this day. No! My angel. My love. My Joy.
User Reviews
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-12-29 18:03:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Marge, you being a cop makes you the man! Which makes me the woman -- and
I have no interest in that, besides occasionally wearing the underwear,
which, as we discussed, is strictly a comfort thing.
Submitted by firefly (user info) at 2005-12-29 13:37:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by psychabillyjean (user info) at 2005-12-29 10:07:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Sorry to disappoint; no it is not true.
http://www.adultswim.com/shows/tom/
Submitted by el_em_en_oh (user info) at 2005-12-29 08:20:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Short, sweet, to the point. Well written. Ending could have used a bit more kick. True story?
Submitted by Grimm (user info) at 2005-12-29 08:05:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
How will your heart go on when it's been smashed?
Submitted by Dreg (user info) at 2005-12-29 03:04:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Dreg (user info) at 2005-12-29 01:51:51 (#)
Ranking: 2
drunk +2
Submitted by DrBenway0 (user info) at 2005-12-29 01:23:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
simply but well written
Submitted by precision (user info) at 2005-12-29 00:28:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
well that sucks...I've been there myself...stupid bitches
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2005-12-28 19:18:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Clark_Kent (user info) at 2005-12-28 18:50:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I totally agree. Same thing happened here http://www.ubersite.com/m/81643
Submitted by punkerrjess (user info) at 2005-12-28 17:47:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
1.5
Submitted by punkerrjess (user info) at 2005-12-28 17:47:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
You mean, I'm on my own? I've never been on my own. Oh no! On
own! On own! I need help. Oh, God help me! Help me, God!
-- Homer Simpson
Homer Badman
Submitted by EAZEDZT (user info) at 2005-12-28 16:54:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy shitty wow, that would (did?) teh suck.
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-12-28 16:49:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
decent. shitty ending.
is it true?
Submitted by MrSparkle847 (user info) at 2005-12-28 16:40:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Creepy goth guy: My heart will go on...A PLATE!
Asrael Abyss, Prince Of Sorrow: Ooooooooo! I don't get it.
Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2005-12-28 16:18:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
WTF?
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-12-28 16:14:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I knew that was coming.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-12-28 16:06:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
It takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen.
-- Homer Simpson
Colonel Homer
that picture is fucked up.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2005-12-28 15:57:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Homer: I keep hearing this horrible irregular thumping noise.
Pump Jockey:
It's your heart. And I think it's on its last thump.
Homer: Whew, I was afraid it was my transmission.
Homer's Triple Bypass
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2005-12-28 15:56:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
N obody can love a bitch so fat she can't take care of her kids.