Her Better Half. C.J. Carmichael

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      The fact that my mother kept asking me these questions, too, hadn’t helped.

      “My husband left me about a year ago. He’s in India now.”

      “India? Why the hell did he go to India?”

      People didn’t usually ask me that question. At this point they were usually searching for a new topic of conversation.

      But Erin had open curiosity in her eyes. And the next thing I knew, I was saying something completely outrageous.

      The truth.

      “It all started with the meditation courses. Gary seemed so stressed, I signed him up for a program at our local community center.”

      “The sitting cross-legged on the floor and humming sort of meditation?”

      “Yes. I thought he needed to learn how to relax.”

      “I take it he learned?”

      “Oh, yeah. Next thing I knew he was signed up for Karma yoga. He’d go straight from work to the yoga studio.”

      “A real convert.”

      “Yes. He became another person, with a whole different set of values. Gary started talking about approaching every task with the right motive and doing your best and giving up on the results.”

      “Sounds cool.”

      “Well, his bosses didn’t think it was so cool. They were actually pretty fixated on results, and when Gary stopped producing them, he was fired.”

      “Wow. And I thought yoga was just something you did for exercise.”

      “No, no, no.” I waved my free hand in the air, the one that wasn’t holding my drink. My head felt a little spinny and my tongue a little thicker, but these weren’t bad feelings.

      In a way, spilling this stuff out to a virtual stranger felt good. I hadn’t been able to confide in any of my old friends or neighbors about this madness. I’d been too mortified.

      But Erin was different. There was no judgment in her eyes, no condemnation—and most importantly of all—no pity.

      “For Gary the yoga became a life-altering experience. He changed his diet, his wardrobe, even his manner of speaking. Really, he became a totally different person.”

      “Sounds like a born-again Christian.”

      “That’s what it was like, exactly. Whenever I’d complain, Gary would tell me that yoga is all about reaching a state of consciousness that allows you to achieve union with the divine.”

      Erin nodded knowingly. “Or at least union with the hot little yoga instructor.”

      I stared at her mutely. How had she guessed?

      Answering my unspoken question, Erin said simply, “Men.”

      “Gary didn’t want to admit that he was leaving me for another woman. He preferred to pretend that he was seeking spiritual revitalization.”

      “What a bunch of crap.”

      “Exactly. How can lying to your kids and cheating on your wife make you a better person?”

      “Only a man could make that logic work,” Erin agreed. “So what finally happened? Did you tell him you’d had enough and kick him out the door?”

      If only. At least then I might have retained some shred of pride and dignity. But I’d figured yoga would turn out to be another phase, like Gary’s mountain-climbing stage. When the girls were little, he’d decided he wanted to climb the seven highest peaks in the world. He’d started with a non-technical climb to see how he would react to high altitudes. After he returned home from Mount Aconcagua in Argentina, he’d never mentioned mountain climbing again.

      I had expected the yoga to follow the same pattern.

      “I didn’t have to ask. Gary left me. He said he needed space. To travel and be free.”

      “Let me guess…his freedom included the yoga babe?”

      There was no need to answer what we both knew was a rhetorical question. I lifted my hair off the back of my neck. The heat was getting to me. Or maybe it was the alcohol. How many drinks had I had now?

      “So, like, what’s the situation?” Erin asked. “Your husband’s gone. But he left you with money, right? You and the girls are taken care of?”

      If I had money, would I have moved into this neighborhood?

      The proceeds from selling our house were financing Gary’s travels and this new house on Carbon Road. Our retirement funds and small investment account were earmarked for the girls’ education, not everyday living expenses.

      My shoulders slumped. What was the point in pretending anymore? “The situation is kind of depressing, to tell you the truth. I need to get a job. And quick.”

      “Have you got qualifications?”

      “A history major.”

      Erin shook her head. “I meant something that would help you get a job.”

      I covered my face with my hands. “No. None of those kind of qualifications.” God help me, I was a throwback to the fifties. A stay-at-home mom with no relevance to the real world.

      I set my glass on the table and Erin refilled it, only this time she didn’t add any vodka.

      “You’re screwed, girl.”

      “I know it.” I was going to have to get a job working in a grocery store. Or maybe in a factory. I could just see myself, a week from now, toiling for minimum wage in a sweatshop in a basement on Queen Street where I’d be harassed by the middle-aged, overweight male boss for sexual favors….

      I tried to stand and that was when I realized just how much I’d had to drink. Great. Now I was going to cap off one of the worst days of my life by passing out on my new neighbor’s porch.

      And to think I’d been the one judging Erin Karmeli when I’d first met her.

      “I don’t usually drink in the afternoon,” I tried to say, not sure how the words actually came out sounding.

      “Yeah, you wait until the kids are in bed, right?”

      “No!”

      Erin laughed. “Relax. I know you’re a straight arrow. Believe me, I can always spot the other kind. Why don’t you sit until the dizziness passes?”

      “You probably have things to do….” I demurred. But still, I sat. I didn’t really have any other option.

      “Nothing pressing. Besides, I think I have just the solution for you.”

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