“So you didn’t want my opinion,” I said. “You wanted my approval, after there was nothing left to discuss.”
“Chelsea, I am trying to save us.”
“No. You’re trying to solve us. By yourself. Like you do with everything.”
What I Told Him
I picked the lunch bag back up off his desk.
“I’m not moving. And I’m not blowing up Olive’s school year.”
His head came up fast.
“What?”
“I’m not saying never. I’m saying you made this decision alone, so right now I’m making one of my own.”
And I walked out before he could make another decision for me.
The Parking Garage
I made it to my car.
I got in, put the lunch bag on the passenger seat, and then I cried for about four minutes with both hands on the steering wheel.
Five minutes after that, Arnold tapped on my window.
I Rolled It Down
