For Love Or Money. Tara Taylor Quinn
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hands on a red towel he grabbed from his rolling toolbox, he walked toward his office. When they were both inside he shut his door.
The smell of grease and gas emanating from his overalls was one thing she did not miss. Dillon had been in college when they’d met—studying business. He’d had big plans. And then they’d gotten married and his father’d had a heart attack and he’d taken over the garage. She’d supported him on all of it. Had loved him even more for it. She just had never gotten used to the smell of grease that permeated him at the dinner table. Even after he’d showered...
You’re just doing this to get back at me. His words were no less grinding even after taking a second to step away from them.
“What on earth are you talking about?” she asked, not ready for another one of their asinine confrontations. The kind where he hurled ludicrous accusations like they were truth and she walled herself against them.
But she’d known when she’d gotten up that morning that the moment was coming. She’d been happy the night before when she’d received confirmation in writing that Dillon had to help with the co-pay. She’d given herself the night to enjoy the small victory. The small feeling of relief.
And she’d arisen that day with the knowledge that if she did not hand deliver the paperwork to her ex-husband, in front of others, he’d spend months requesting it. Over and over again. Denying, each time, that he’d received it. And if she sent it certified post, he’d refuse to sign.
She could take him back to court.
If she had the money.
“You can’t possibly think that I purposely had a child with Down syndrome so that I could somehow get back at you?”
“I’m not an idiot, Jane. Of course you wouldn’t do that.” He sat, pulling at his mustache as he looked up at her standing by the closed door.
Did he know she kept the handle within reach on purpose? Because it was the only way she could make herself confront him? Knowing that she could choose to escape at any point.
“I need money, Dillon. I’ve covered the past two months of co-pays. I need you to give me this month’s.”
Until last night’s letter had come, she’d been afraid she would have to borrow the money again.
At some point, her friends were going to run in the opposite direction when they saw her coming.
“And I think you’re still doing this therapy thing because it’s your way of making me pay. You’re just trying to get more money out of me. You don’t want me to move on, get ahead, because you can’t. But I’m not the one who insisted on going through with a pregnancy with a known birth defect...”
Of course, having once been the love of her life, he knew best how to push her buttons.
“I am not trying to keep you from getting ahead.” With extreme focus, and having had a lot of practice, she ignored the worst of his barbs.
“I didn’t want to think so, but I’m not the only one saying it anymore.”
“Who else is saying it?” She hated herself for asking. Heard the question come out of her mouth before she’d thought about it, enabling his ability to get her going...
“Wendy.”
“Who’s Wendy?”
“The woman who’s been living with me for the past three months.”
She hadn’t known. He’d known she hadn’t known.
“You’re obligated to pay this money, Dillon. Please just give me a check and I’ll leave you alone.”
And Wendy. Leave him and Wendy alone.
She didn’t want Dillon for herself. Hadn’t wanted to be married to him since the second he’d denounced their son as not worthy of being born. The doctor had offered a medical abortion because they’d caught the Down syndrome diagnosis during her first trimester. Dillon had done everything he could to get Janie to agree to the procedure. He’d even made an appointment with the doctor’s office, behind her back, to have it done.
And yet...for many years they’d been a couple she’d thought would be together forever. Hearing that he was with someone else, even though they’d been divorced since before Dawson was born...
A part of her died.
Another part needed a good cry.
“You think this therapy is so important, pay for it yourself.” He looked smug. Arms crossed. His lips not smiling but his eyes looking like he was.
How could she ever have been in love with this man?
“I can’t.”
“Well, I can’t, either.”
“Yes, you can, Dillon.” She waved around her at the four bays behind them, all full, the wall-size calendar at the side of his desk and the Dry Erase board, both also completely full. “You’re doing well. Paying your obligation for your son won’t even put a dent in your petty cash.”
“And you resent that, don’t you? That I’m doing so well? That Wendy and I can afford to take a Caribbean cruise over Christmas? That we went to Vegas for Thanksgiving...”
She hadn’t known. Had never done either. But she and Dillon had always talked about doing both.
Focus.
She thought of her baby boy’s face when he’d high-fived her that morning because he’d put his tennis shoes on all by himself, crossed the laces and considered them tied. He’d been happier than when she gave him ice cream. And she was happier, too. So much more than she’d ever have been without him. More than a cruise or any vacation would ever make her.
She was doing this for Dawson. Getting the money for Dawson.
“You’re legally obligated to pay this.” And he knew she had a friend who would see that he did. But not until he made her beg. “I need the money, Dillon.”
“You’re desperate.” Eyes narrowing, he leaned forward. “You lost another job, didn’t you?”
She could lie. But knew he’d find out soon enough. He always did.
So she didn’t lie. She just stood there. As mute as Dawson would be without the therapies Dillon wanted to deny him. He had no way of knowing what Dawson sounded like. He’d never met the boy he’d fathered. Had no idea how Dawson sounded when he tried to communicate with her. No way of knowing that the therapy was helping Dawson learn to talk clearly enough to be understood.
“When are you going to admit that I was right all along? Look at you, Janie. What’s this, three jobs in as many years? Admit that you made a mistake. That you should have taken the choice we were given back when you had that first ultrasound. You should have ended the pregnancy.”
The words still hurt. Every single time. Because they deleted the happiest person she’d ever met from the face of the earth.
Gripping the door handle, she swung around.
“Janie.”
His tone had changed. For a second there, he could have been the man she’d married.
She looked over her shoulder. Maybe to remind herself that that man had never existed.
He was standing, pulled a few bills out of his wallet and walked over to hand them to her.
“Here,” he said. “Never let it be said that I don’t stand up to my obligations.”
If it had been just her, she’d have spit on those bills. But they were hundreds. Would pay for far more than a few months’ co-pays. She took them. Looked him in the eye as she said, “Thank you.”
“You deserve better than this, Janie.” He sounded sad.
And she figured he should