My husband ditched me at the casino today.
The day started out being a potentially fun day. It was my mom’s birthday and we had planned all week to take her and my dad to a flea market and then on to the casino. I looked forward to it all week. Flea markets are some of very favorite places to go to spend a nice relaxing day.
I gave my husband the option of backing out before we left . I told him he didn’t have to feel obligated to go if he didn’t want to. He said he wanted to go. I said that would be great.
The day went pretty well. We strolled through the flea market. I looked for angels to add to my collection but didn’t find anything I really wanted. I bought two small dried floral arrangements. My husband seemed content following along.
He acted differently when we got to the casino. After a much needed restroom break, I was waiting for him to come out of the men’s bathroom. I waited and waited. I finally found my dad and asked if he had seen him in the bathroom. He said he had and that my husband was going outside to watch the set up for a demolition derby on some adjoining property.
So, I decided to do my own thing and found an open penny slot machine. I played on the casino’s money for a while. My husband finally showed up and wanted to know if I was having a good time. I asked him to join me. He said he would rather go back outside and watch the demolition cars get signed in. I told him to do whatever flipped his trigger.
My parents and I played slot machines for a while longer. Eventually they were ready to cash in their winnings and go eat at the buffet there. I went outside to find my husband. I walked over to where the demolition derby was going to be held. I looked through the crowd trying to find him.
Then I heard my name. I turned to see him getting out of my parents’ vehicle. He had been in there napping! I asked why he wasn’t watching the demolition derby set up like he said he was going to be. He said he had been, but sat in the vehicle because it had started sprinkling and “accidentally” fell asleep.
I was upset.
I let it slide through dinner. I wasn’t going to ruin my mom’s birthday.
Fast forward to the drive home from my parents.
I asked why he ditched me. He said he didn’t. I said it felt like he did. He said he just wanted to do other things. I asked why. He said the smoke in the casino was getting to him. (He had only been in there long enough to go to the bathroom.) I asked why he came if he didn’t want to share the experience. He said he did want to come. I asked why he acted liked he enjoyed it when we were there before if he didn’t. He said he just wanted me to have a good time . I said I wanted him to have a good time too, but just wanted him to be honest if he didn’t want to go there again.
I asked why he didn’t spend time with me when had the chance.
Silence.
I didn’t cry. I just kept driving. “Separate Ways” by Journey came on the radio. The beginning lyrics stung. “Here we stand. Two hearts broken in two.”
He tried to change the subject. I let him. .
There’s no use arguing about it anymore. Actions speak louder than words.



