Sometimes Nothing Is Better

She thought she saw something there, in his eyes. Something so deep and profound that it swept over her like an arid sirocco, a blaze and a blast of intuition and "I get it". He picked up his sweating glass filled with amber and froth and slid the liquid quickly down his throat, adam's apple priming the peristaltic pump. "You say no, you didn't but your eyes give you away". she said plainly, the surge of her truth making her fearless. "What the fuck Sheila" he said turning towards her, his lips ugly and red wet. " You're crazy, you know that" he continued. "If I'd sleep with anybody it wouldnt be her". He took another swig from the glass, clenched so tightly in his hand she thought it would explode. "You're fucking nuts"  he tossed the ugly remark at her like a basketball. "Besides" he went on "Don't think I couldn't get someone else". He ended it there. The conversation expired like a car crash victim. She felt thrown under the bus, 25 years of marriage and this is the chapter just before the demise. Sheila sat next to him, but her soul was leaving her body, moving backwards, away from him, anywhere but next to him. Her body remained on the leatherette stool, sipping at a thin straw. She saw it in his eyes, but what did she see? What did she feel now? Denial, hope, sadness and the same old vibrating anxiety flooded over her now that the new reality was finally here. She sipped at the thin straw, slowly. She tried not to make a sound. Sound would shatter everything even further. He just kept on drinking.