I wasn’t exactly sure what I meant. So, I ignored her. Living with a nagging wife helped me perfect my ability to tune someone out. I could watch TV in the midst of the worst argument. All I knew was that the fantasy was over. It was a new day and I had to snap back to reality. I was that guy, that deacon, the married man, the father again. I stood up and buttoned my shirt. I walked out without speaking. I wasn’t really interested in talking to her. She had feelings, I didn’t. She was in love, I wasn’t. I took the long drive back to Blackville. Tanya was there packing her clothes when I walked through the door.
Surprised, I asked, “Are you leaving?”
She didn’t say anything. Knowing that she was ignoring me didn't faze me at all. I loudly said
“Who the f**k cares” as I walked into the be
