Posted Monday, November 22nd, 2004
The Room Where We Became Me
W. Olivia Race
This is the space we made love inthat we once loved in. This is the room where we played with the baby, just before putting her down for the night. This is the place where you cried in my arms the day your mother died. This is where we danced the day the mortgage was finally paid in full.
We decorated this room, you and I. I gave you free reign and saw my dreams of cool green die as you went for dark blue. It reminded you of the night we first met, that color on these walls.
This is also the room where I watched you pack your clothes and mementos. This is where you told me you’d found someone elsesomeone who made you feel complete at last. This is the room where I stack your child support checksway in the back of the dresser drawer, just because I’m too proud to cash them. I bet you never knew how it killed me to drag myself out of the bed each day, just because our daughter needed clean clothing, a ride to school or just to know I was alive.
Today I went out and bought a can of paint. It holds the peace I’ve finally attained. Green like desert sage. As I stare at walls whose color I never picked, I think of how many times we did the things we did simply because you wanted to.
As I crack the can open and smell the richness of the color inside, I realize that I may have never been the girl you wanted me to be but I am the woman that I was meant to be.
Today this becomes my room.
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Posted by Lori Young on Wednesday, November 24th, 2004 at 6:01 PM
I love this.
Posted by Yvonne Pronovost on Thursday, November 25th, 2004 at 12:06 AM
Lovely, lovely vivid little piece of prose!
Posted by Russell Bittner on Monday, November 29th, 2004 at 11:02 AM
An excellent Flash, Olivia. Evocative and poignant. The ending? Ah, well, Would that it were always so...
Posted by Katrina Denza on Tuesday, November 30th, 2004 at 8:38 AM
Gorgeous story, Olivia!
Posted by Barbara Akers [ email@example.com
] on Friday, January 7th, 2005 at 10:52 PM
So do I have to call you Olivia now?
Nice. I like this line best: I realize that I may have never been the girl you wanted me to be but I am the woman that I was meant to be.
Posted by paris jager [ firstname.lastname@example.org
] on Wednesday, January 19th, 2005 at 12:11 AM
love the piece. it hit me squarely in the gut. 'this is where we danced the day the mortgage was paid in full' is fabulous. props.
Posted by Salome Homeyer on Thursday, May 5th, 2005 at 6:09 PM
Loved the line, "I realize that I may have never been the girl you wanted me to be but I am the woman that I was meant to be." It says it all, thanks.