The Combat Divorce part 49: ‘One kiss makes you a whole show, Dramaqueen! ‘

Anouk and Bas seem to have it all done: they have a good business, a nice house and nice twins (14). They form the perfect picture, until Anouk and Bas are suddenly diametrically opposed to each other. They share their story weekly, viewed from both sides. This week, Anouk.

I didnt think the banner action well, and thats not for me. Of course it was nice to put Bas such a heel, but I didnt think who else would face these images.

Not chill

Spring starts about it just before we get in the car to go to my parents for the childrens advance birthday dinner. My parents never come to a birthday. We always have to visit them to be congratulated.

โ€œ How can you be so stupid to make us crap like that? Did you find that funny or something?โ€ When I shrug my shoulders speechlessly, she continues: โ€œWhat a stupid action. I just dont feel like going with you to Grandpa and Grandma and pretend like nothings going on.โ€ Enraged, shes beating away. Storm stays behind. I see hes feeling uncomfortable. โ€œSorry,โ€ I say. โ€œI didnt mean to hurt you.โ€ โ€œThe whole school has seen you,โ€ he murmurs. โ€œReally not chill.โ€

Im sticking out my hand to stroke his nose. I used to do that when he couldnt sleep. He loved that. Now he irritated knocks my arm away: โ€œDo not do it,โ€ he hums. Then he turns around. โ€œWhere are you going?โ€ I ask. โ€œWere going to Grandpa and Grandmas.โ€ โ€œNo,โ€ he shakes, โ€œI wont go if Spring doesnt go either.โ€

Financial problems

and so I sit alone at my parents table without the twins. My mom doesnt have a good word for it. She preaches about lack of parenting skills, standards of practice and a sense of tradition. She points to my brother and sister, whose children are much neater than mine. โ€œThose are still small. Wait until they become adolescent,โ€ I defended weakly. But my mother doesnt listen. Thats my role in this company.

I let the flood of words come over me and look around in the meantime. The tablecloth has had its best time and has still not been replaced. And the salmon comes from the supermarket, not from the delicatessen in the village. It is becoming increasingly clear to me that my parents are not doing well financially, but I am afraid to ask about it. Afraid of the consequences.

Meanwhile, my mother has touched on another topic: my marriage. โ€œYour brother sent us this video. Can you explain whats going on here?โ€ Im in color. I still havent told them were getting divorced, because I dont want to feel like an even bigger failure than I already do here. โ€œBas and I had a fight and I wanted revenge,โ€ I chop.

โ€œ Is Bas cheating?โ€ โ€œHe kissed a colleague,โ€ I chop. โ€œAnd I was very angry about that.โ€ My father puts his hand on my arm protective. I would prefer to plunge into his arms crying and tell the whole story, but as always, my mother comes between us: โ€œA kiss. One kiss, and then you turn it into a whole show again. What a drama queen you are.โ€

Bubbles

as if he feels my mood, Samuel Apps when I drive home: โ€œDo you feel like taking a walk?โ€ โ€œAlways,โ€ I answer. Samuels waiting for me with a full bag. โ€œWhats in there?โ€ I ask curiously. โ€œA rug to sit on, 2 glasses and a bubble.โ€ โ€œA bubble? Do we have something to celebrate?โ€ Samuel laughs: โ€œEvery moment with you I want to celebrate. Shall we skip the walk and go straight to the bubbles?โ€

Sitting on the dress with a glass in my hand, I feel my body relaxed again. Just like the conversation. Ill invite him to the birthday right away. โ€œAs Sems father and not as… Well, you know.โ€ โ€œA good friend of the mother?โ€ โ€œExactly.โ€

Time flies by. When the bottle is out and our buttocks are cold from the hard surface, Samuel gets up: โ€œYou have to leave the car now,โ€ he notes. โ€œWill you take me home on the back?โ€ โ€œOn the back? I wanted to offer you a spot on my rod.โ€ Inviting, he holds his rod. Ill jump on it and well cycle into the night together.

Its a blissful night. The moon is full, the village is quiet. I feel 16 again. My head against his broad shoulder; his strong arms around me. Words are not necessary right now. This feels as familiar as my oldest winter coat. Coming home, Im slipping off the rod. I stand on my toes, close my eyes, spout my lips. I feel Samuel bends forward, breathes, and then stroking my cheek. โ€œSleep well Anouk,โ€ and gone he is. Disappointed, Im staring at him.