His & HersPart III: Seeing Thingsby Bill Bowler |
Part 1 appears in this issue. |
The end of a cigarette, Sex had become HE: (as if a big confession) I guess I don’t really trust you, deep down, I expect you to betray me. SHE: But why? Have I ever said anything or done anything to make you distrust me? HE: I guess not really. SHE: Then what is it? HE: (The wall goes up inside him, coldly) I don’t know. The more he thought about her The phone rang at his office. It was her and she was upset. She had gotten a letter from the State Banking Dept.: her case was closed. Now she was really mad. If he hadn’t cut her off at the meeting at the bank, hadn’t undermined her like he always did, if he had helped her instead of ruining what she was trying to accomplish! So she didn’t expect help from him now! She’d take care of it herself, like she had to take care of everything because he was too busy getting stoned and drunk every night and hanging out with his friend, who wasn’t his friend at all, who actually treated him like garbage, like all his so-called friends did, and his family, too. Because he never stood up to them, just took whatever they said or did lying down and let them trample all over him and over her, too, because he wouldn’t stand up for her either. No wonder he had no friends. No one in his family had any friends. He was stone silent and held the receiver away from his ear. She kvetched on and on about the bank and what a screw-up he was and he half-listened in silence, having heard it all before, over and over. Eventually, she paused for breath. There was a moment of silence. HE: (Clears his throat) Anything else? SHE: No. He slams down receiver She hated him, his mother, his sister and his whole family. They were so damn condescending! It was bizarre. Who did they think they were?! He was cold as stone. It was like living with a stone, a rock! And he never supported her, never had sympathy for her. He was always undermining her. HE: But what do you want? SHE: Why does it always have to be me?! What do you want? HE: Me? What do I want? (pause) I just want a loving wife, a happy marriage, for you to be happy and us to be happy: (he realized what utter drivel he was spouting). He was driving her over the edge, but And the backdrop of Brooklyn, which HE: Judaism is sexist. All religions are. SHE: You’re sexist. HE: Do you know what ad hominem means? SHE: Don’t start lecturing me! He had superior intelligence She was big boned, broad shouldered, Why couldn’t he “share intimacy” (her words)? Ought we not touch upon their sex life? They began to make love after a long abstinence, SHE: You don’t get breasts like these in Penthouse. HE: No you don’t: (Lusting, fumbling) You better put your thing in before I put my thing in. SHE: No-o. Not yet. (Angrily) I’m not ready yet! She pouts and rolls over, her back to him. HE: “What’s wrong?!” SHE: (Angrily) I’m not very turned on now. He rolls over, turning his back to her. SHE: You can’t pretend nothing happened! Our sex life is lousy! Afternoons, the brick wall His outlook had grown more With a Herculean effort he THE IDEA He had thought at first the idea was a good one, workable into full length, but he struggled all the next day to elaborate and had nothing to show for it and began to doubt whether there was anything to it in the first place aside from his own misplaced expectations. And yet, he thought, perhaps it is there, in this idea, waiting. He felt he had nothing to say He wondered It was incredible how much After he did her wash Saturday afternoon but pulled all her things out of the dryer damp and not just the items she told him, and after she yelled at him for it, accusing him of passive aggression and deliberately undermining her and refusing to do things right from laziness so she wouldn’t ask him again, after he had done her wash and that was the thanks he got, he gnashed his teeth and thought, it was highly questionable how long the present situation could go on. He supposed it was inevitable, in retrospect. The pot smoking thing was becoming the major issue at the marriage counseling sessions. The two of them, she and the counselor, were both ganging up on him, pressing him to quit on his own or join Pot Smokers Anonymous. But he didn’t want to get involved with a bunch of drug burn-outs from the back section of the Village Voice. He could probably stop if he tried. The counselor gave him three weeks to go cold turkey. But why the hell wasn’t the counselor making HER give up cigarettes?! Why wasn’t the counselor making HER stop yelling at him all the time and stop bad mouthing his family? So he had had a rough session. When he and she walked out afterwards, he clammed up as usual. He was feeling a burst of hostility towards her for harassing him at the session, she and the goddam counselor. What lay ahead, he knew not. No one knew, least of all him. Whether sulking and pouting were the most powerful tools at his disposal or whether submission to her insistent demands that he wake up or grow up or whether his notebook contained any of the answers, none of this was known. He sat at home Later that night, as he * * * EPILOG I Towards the end of a particularly boring movie-of-the-week, she asked him, SHE: Do you mind if I turn off the TV? HE: No! Though he had been fuming to himself as to why the goddam TV had to be on all the time, he marveled for a moment that she had thought to ask his permission, since she had the right to turn the TV on or off whenever she pleased. She flicked it off with the remote, SHE: I have something to tell you HE: (Uh oh, he thought) What? (Here it comes) SHE: I’ve retained an attorney. He’ll be contacting you or your attorney. I’m filing for divorce. (Whaaaaaaaaaaattttt!!!!!????, he thought.) HE: What? I mean, what do you want? You want me to move out? You want me to keep paying for this apartment? SHE: (Deeply hurt) Talk to my lawyer. He realized how Did he beg her to take him back? SHE: You know, I’m 32 years old, I have a uterine medical history, my family has immune deficiency problems — if I’m going to have children, I have to start giving it serious thought, I don’t have forever: This was rather shocking to him, HE: (Sobs) Please don’t. But she had come to him! SHE: You’re making this an over-melodramatic scene. HE: (Sobs) Well, what did you expect? SHE: (Holds him, comforts him, gazes up) Oh, what a mess we’ve made. He realized with a jolt * * * EPILOG II J*** & R*** June , 19** Dear Mr. ***: This office has been retained by your wife in connection with the present marital difficulties and the various issues arising from the relationship. It is our client’s desire to seek an amicable and expeditious dissolution of the marriage by reaching an agreement that adequately provides for your respective rights and obligations to one another. Therefore, I request that you have your attorney communicate with me within the next twenty days, so that we may explore the possibility of such a settlement. We trust that we may look forward to a response within this time from either your counsel or you, and that it will not be necessary for us to proceed in any other manner to advance our client’s interests. Thank you for your anticipated courtesies. Very Truly Yours, V*** R*** |
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