The Little Things
As Joe was packing his suitcase, Jill said, "It's the little things, you know. It always was."
"What d'ya mean?" he asked.
"We got through all the huge things; the things that split up most couples. That's what I mean," Jill replied, "Your being unfaithful to me, my five miscarriages, you never holding down a job - stuff like that. That's what I mean. We got through all of that. Even that time I got drunk and totaled the car when we were broke; we even made it then, you know?"
"Yeah," Joe said, "I guess. So what went wrong? Here we are after all of that and more, getting a divorce now, when we made it through ten years of problems. So what little things are you talking about?"
"The stuff we never dealt with." Jill said.
"Like all the times you wouldn't talk to me for days. That's what. Like when I cooked and you never had a good thing to say about any of it. Just stuff, I can't name it all."
"So it's all my fault, huh?" Joe snapped. "What about you? You're no Miss Perfect, ya know. Your friends drive me nuts. You say I don't talk to you? How can I when the phone's in your ear day and night? You can be really sarcastic or not talk to me at all too."
"That's what I mean. We didn't take time to tell each other all the little things, until they made a huge pile and it was too late. There were too many little things and the more we ignored them and only dealt with the big things, the less we cared about each other." Jill said sadly.
Joe stared at her for a long moment and then said, "It's too late now anyways. You may be right, but after all these years of little things, we don't even care enough to try."
mn - 2007