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When I came back from Mom's Monday night, Crystal looked prettier than I'd ever seen her. Over the past few months she'd often complained (while trying to maintain a joking style) how her husband ignored her at home. He's such an idiot. She has such a pretty face and such a darling figure. Her giggle is a delight, she's so thoughtful and so hard-working, not only with both her jobs (she also runs a small day-care) but at how hard she tried to please her husband. The week before I left she started talking in the bar openly for the first time of wanting out of her marriage. All of a sudden, guys started coming into the bar who before were semi-regulars at best but now hanging around only on nights Crystal worked. The last night I saw her before my long weekend, I left a note with her tip wishing something wondrous would happen to her, that she's too beautiful a soul to be unhappy. On Monday, the night she was made and dressed up, I let her know how good she looked and asked if there was any certain occasion. She said she asked her husband to leave... and rather than trying to make things better, provide an argument, or discuss his or her feelings, he merely rolled over in bed to sleep. Unbelievable. Part of my blues are at the thought that I would be ecstatic to be with Crystal and know I could bring her happiness she's never known... and the thought that she'd never settle for me, even if I were to stay. We're becoming friends; she's asked for my phone number to get together for lunch sometime, though she hasn't called me yet. (It's hard for her to get a day when she doesn't have to watch a child.) Last night she asked me to be sure to give her my number when I go to Appleton as well, that she'd like to stay in touch, and asked me if I'd be coming back tonight. I told her I would. After I told her I was starting my move this weekend (Mom's coming to take some boxes home, so I really should clean up and pack today), Crystal said she'd like to help, but she'll be stuck at home as her husband starts moving out this weekend instead. I feel like a victim of such bad timing. |