It had never been about her. Their entire relationship was built on what he expected and wanted from her. It had been going great though, they had even started to try for a baby. But then the bad news came- she was infertile. Roger had started to stay out late and worked longer hours.
All those excuses of why he couldn't be home- how could he really love her. He had promised that nothing was going on, said he loved her and didn't blame her for what she couldn't give him. The next day he stayed out even later. He had never really loved her, she knew that, but it caught her by surprise that morning when she walk in on him and another man in their kitchen.
It was an outrage really but she held her head up high and went through with their divorce. She was actually thankful they hadn't had kids. Roger might not have been the best husband but he'd have been a wonderful father. He'd have fought tooth and nail for the chance to raise their kids. And they probably would have wanted that- she was a terrible mother. She couldn't even keep their pets alive.
It defined her life- being unable to conceive- and she hated that. It was with those thoughts that she booked the earliest flight to Tibet, to visit her parents.
Tibet was her ticket to a normal life. She was still young and many opportunities presented themselves there. More importantly, Roger and his lover wouldn't be there. Lynda shuddered at the thought of going back to collect her things from Roger's house. Steven, his lover, was not the most pleasant person to be around- which left her baffled as to why Roger fell for him. She almost felt sorry for him, but huffed it away and marched up to the front door of their- no, Roger's- house.
Roger opened the door and for a moment she thought she was going crazy upon seeing his blood-red lips and eye-liner, until she remembered why they had gone through with the divorce in the first place. Steven. She nodded her greetings and slipped past Roger and into the house.
Steven was curled up on the couch, his pink slipper-ed feet tucked neatly under him. He smiled a cocky smile at her and turned his attention back to the television screen. It was just another soap-opera but Steven sent her a glare when she mocked the head-actress's high-pitched voice.
Her things were neatly set out in boxes next to Lila's, her Cockatoo's, cage. Sadly she had forgotten to feed the Cockatoo and it died a few weeks before her divorce. Lila was just one of the many reasons why she wasn't meant to be a mother. She couldn't even care for a parrot. She brushed it off and picked up the first box, carrying it to her car. On the third run into the house she found Steven standing next to Lila's cage. He shook his head and tutted as he brushed his index finger against the food bowl.
She froze and clenched her fists in rage. He seemed to know just what to do to upset her. He leveled her with a disappointed look and shook his head again. She was just about to tackle him and punch him senseless when Roger came up behind her and rubbed her back.
"Lynda, honey, you sure you want to go through with this?" he asked from beside her, watching the cage as if Lila was still sitting on her perch. "You can always stay here, I'm sure Stevie won't mind."
"No," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "It wouldn't work, it'd be best if we just part ways right now."
"Yes, R. Besides it wouldn't be safe for Cody if she stayed here," Steven said and stared pointedly at her. "Our new parrot."
She closed her eyes and willed her tears from falling from her eyes. She forced a smile and grabbed the last box, hurrying out the front door. She threw the box in the trunk of her car and drove away from that house for the last time. It'd be too soon if she never saw her ex-husband and his lover again, she thought and wiped the tears from her eyes.
Her life was going to improve tremendously once she escaped the clutched of her old life.