HAPPY DAYS ARE COMING BACK

Clara stood in her flooded basement a day after her divorce was finalized. It was kind of ironic. He was the one who proposed to her. Promised to treat her like a gem, cherishing her and lavish her with gifts. He promised her the world and she believed him. It was one of those typical fairy tale stories. Boy meets girl and is automatically infatuated. Girl returns the affection, and they have a happy relationship. However the parents don't approve, so they elope after discovering she is pregnant. The story is supposed to end that they were so happy for the baby, and her parents came to their senses.

However, this was not to be the case. Instead of being happy about the baby, he tried to convince her to get rid of it. Clara would have none of that. He couldn’t deal so he turned alcohol. She soon found out that he was not a nice drunk. He didn’t hit her physically, but he hit her with verbal insults almost all the time.

After a while, she couldn’t take it anymore and decided to go home to her parents, hoping they would understand and help her. They not only understood, but they promised to stand by her and help raise the baby. Clara broke down and cried when she saw how much her parents were willing to do for her.  They of course were willing because they loved their daughter and knew she made a mistake, one they knew she wouldn’t be so quick to repeat in the future.

They told that no matter what happens they would always stand by her. However, she needed to get a divorce and arrange custody documents that gave her sole custody of their soon to be born child. Clara knowing she had to do this, drove with trepidation up to their house, hoping that he was sober. When she got there, she saw that the door was ajar, and she began to proceed with caution. She saw him packing bags, moving out. He looked up, seeing her, he turned away indifferently.

She pointed out the papers and explained what they were. Without a second glance he signed them. He finished packing, and walked out. As he was leaving he casually shouted that the basement of the house was flooded, got into the truck that was in the front, and left. Clara stood there in shock at how callous he was. She then shook it off, and walked into the house to assess the damage. When she got to the basement she noticed it wasn’t so bad. She called her parents who knew a contractor who could help and fix the house up, and that she should go to court to file the papers.

The next morning she went to court, filed the papers, and sighed in relief. She went home and enjoyed a good hearty lunch. After all, she was eating for two. After the lunch, she went to the house and down to the basement. She surveyed the work, and walked  right outside and basked in the sunshine. She had the right support, a good education, and a great job coming her way. She looked down at her protruding tummy, and rubbed it contentedly. And she could never forget the bundle of joy that was on the way. He may have left, but she would be fine. Everything was going to be alright.