I had this big speech planned but when I stepped outside he was loading his suitcases into the Porsche.
Where are you going?
He drops the big suitcase on the pavement beside the car and throws his hands up. I don't know, away? I'll either be hammered into the ground by your husband and your boyfriend soon enough or I'll lose control. I lost control twice with you in one night. I don't want to see what a third time would have brought.
I notice evidence of a landed haymaker on his cheek. The dark shadow of a bruise tells me he's already been confronted.
I told them not to see you.
What makes you think they would listen to you?
Everyone listens to me.
Yes. Just long enough for everything to go wrong. You, my little darling, are a shipwreck in progress.
Which is why I took responsibility for what happened!
Do you think that makes a difference? You can jump around saying it's your fault all you like but it's not. I know better and I still...I couldn't help myself.
When are you coming back?
In time for Henry's birthday. And you know what? While I'm away I'm going to drink my face off, black out often, work very little, sleep with completely normal women and attempt to forget that I'm in love with you. How does that sound for a plan, princess?
You're already drunk. Jesus, at least let's find someone to drive you to the airport.
Yes, let's do that. So I can come back in one piece for more punishment.
That's why I was coming to find you.
To make sure I was safe? I figured we pretty much established that I'm not the other night.
No, to tell you I won't be seeing you anymore unless it's for something related to Henry.
Oh, I didn't realize we were officially seeing each other. I thought we were...parents with benefits. That I was lucky. This will just finish me off. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a plane to catch. I don't know what you did to me this time. I feel completely undone and I need to be away.
Which is why I need to straighten things out. We're all getting hurt here. And you don't have to leave.
He shakes his head in exasperation and pulls out his phone to call Mike for a drive. When he hangs up he looks at the sky.
You don't look hurt, princess. And I am not drunk enough for this day anymore. I'm going to go fix that. See you in two weeks. Say goodbye for me to whomever else you banish while I'm gone. You seem to be on quite a roll.
