Everything That Keeps Me Together Is Falling Apart


ISAAC FOLLOWED LISA from the bedroom into the living room still shouting the half demand/half plea that he had been for the last two days.

“Please, Lisa, you don’t have to do this! I don’t understand what is even so wrong that you feel this is even necessary.”

“I shouldn’t even have to explain this to you, Isaac, the reasons are all pretty fucking obvious at this point. “

Isaac had been renting the apartment long before he had even met Lisa three years ago almost to the day. She had come walking into the café where he worked and came right to his register with a smile, and with much luck she was still sitting at the same table when his lunch break came. His approaching her so abruptly was not something really in his character, but for a time she brought out a lot of things in him he hadn’t been aware of before, confidence being only one of them. Either way, that was a long time gone and there had been plenty of stagnant water under the bridge since then and now the bridge was being ripped from its foundation and carried downstream.

Isaac continued following her from room to room watching helplessly as she tossed her things forcefully into bags and boxes. In his mind he was trying to grasp for something that would tell him exactly why this was happening right in front of him. As a tight sob tore through his guts he suddenly found himself on the floor trying to undo her work, tossing her things violently back out of their containers in the floor. As soon as Lisa caught him in the middle of this she was there trying to stop him and for a moment it almost looked more playful than serious until something hard hit the floor and bounced a few times with an incessant tapping sound. That caused them both to stop in their tracks and share a glance first at the pregnancy test with results side up and then at each other in tear stained silence.

“I hope you know, at least, that my losing the baby was a good thing in the long run.”

“How can you just sit there and say something like that without any feeling? You know as well as I do it about killed us both!”

With that, Lisa began to sob openly all the while slapping away Isaac’s reaching hands seeking to give her comfort. He’d always felt this sinking feeling she somehow blamed him for what had happened but neither one of them had ever come out and said exactly that. It just clung to every moment that followed the event and darkened the time they’d shared for the last year. They never really understood why the miscarriage had happened neither medically nor in regards to fate, or at least Isaac never did.

“I can because I’ve seen what’s happening to you, Isaac. No child should have to grow up in a house where one of their parents is only there physically while inside they’re unraveling. I just wish you’d see it for yourself for once and see someone like I’ve begged you to since the moment I moved in.”

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Ted Jackins is a 34 year old writer, humorist, musician, sometimes artist and convenience store slave living in a small town in North Carolina. When he isn't busy basing characters in his stories on customers only to kill them off he is reading comics and enjoying the occasional milkshake.
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