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âI canât say that I ever thought of it that way.â
âWe werenât perfect. We werenât blissfully, perfectly happy. And I carry so much guilt for all my feelings. For the kind of husband I wasnât. Itâs not that I couldnât have loved her, itâs that I choseâwe choseâto let certain things affect what we believed. To let certain feelings grow rotten and determine how much and how little we could feel and forgive.â
âWhen she told me that you only got married because she was pregnant with meââ
âMaybe,â his dad said. âMaybe thatâs true. But she doesnât know that. Not even I know that. We could say that, shout it at each other at the worst of times, and we certainly did. But that doesnât make it true. That doesnât make it a sure thing that we can know. We loved each other then.â
âWell, you were only with mom because Lucinda Maxfield married James.â
âThis is the problem,â Cash said. âI donât know the way things wouldâve gone, or couldâve gone if weâd done things differently. If weâd been less stubborn. Less self-righteous. But we werenât. And thatâs my burden. Itâs not yours or anyone elseâs, and she shouldnât have put it on you. But thereâs a lot of things I shouldnât have put on her⊠You shouldnât have been the person she had to talk to. But the problem isâthis is all âshould have,â âcould have.â And you drive yourself crazy with it, Jackson. Believe me. Iâve done it. For years and years, Iâve done it. And most of all since she passed.â
âWhy since then?â
âI told you. Guilt. And regret. Because at the end of the day, I loved your mother very much. And what I didnât do was show it. Because I kept expecting it to feel the same as something I felt when I was young, something I felt that was impossible and painful, and wonderful in its wayâŠâ He shook his head. âAnd then, I wonder what could have been between us now and that makes the regret even worse. Because I can hear her in my head, saying I was just waiting for her to die so I could be with the person I really wanted. But thatâs not the truth of it. It just isnât.â
Jackson let out a long, slow breath and rocked back on his heels. He didnât know what the hell to do with any of this. Cricket looked at him and talked about fate. She had talked about him and her as if they were something preordained. And his dad was making this all sound a lot like choice. And a whole collection of hard ones at that.
But something else Cricket said burned bright inside of him.
They werenât their parents.
And they werenât. It was true.
Because Jackson didnât feel conflicted or confused about whether or not he should be with Cricket because he had feelings for someone else. Heâd never had feelings for anyone like he did for Cricket. And he wasnât young and naive. But what he was, was damn tired of feeling like a sacrifice. And if he was truly honest with himself, he was angry at his mother. Because sheâd made him feel that way. Whether sheâd meant to or not. And hearing his dad say he wished she hadnât dumped that on Jackson gave voice to all these things heâd tried not to think about.
âYou know, son,â Cash said. âShe was sick, not a saint. A wonderful woman to be sure, but flawed like any of us. I know she didnât mean to hurt you. But the fact of the matter isâŠshe did. Doesnât mean she didnât love you.â
âI know,â Jackson said.
âFor what itâs worth, she wouldâve walked into fire for you. Marrying me was only a hardship for part of the time.â
âDo you regret the way things happened?â
âI regret the way I handled them. I regret that I didnât find a way to be a better husband. Iâve never regretted you. Iâve never regretted the life your mother and I built together. But I didnât let go of the past the way I should have, because your vows say you forsake all others. And I never cheated, but I kept that desire and those memories in a special place inside myself. You make choices every day, Jackson. And I donât know that youâll ever be able to live a life with no regrets, but you should make sure you live a life thatâs honest. Those games we all played, they were games. And games donât amount to much. Nothing more than needless heartache, anyway.â
âI donât want to feel like she has to marry me.â
âShe seems like a modern enough girl.â
âI told her I wouldnât marry her.â
âWell hell, boy,â Cash said. âI didnât raise you to wimp out on your responsibilities.â
âIâm not. Iâm trying to make sure she doesnât see me as another responsibility.â
âWell, ask her if she does. Donât just try to protect yourself. Ask her how she feels.â
âHow will she know?â
âHow will she know?â Cash repeated. âYou want too much. Youâre going to have to trust her. Youâre going to have to believe her. Trust wouldâve gone a long way in fixing my marriage. Trust, faith and honesty. If I could do more of any three things, it would be those. And we wouldâve had a different life.â
Jackson loved Cricket. He did. He was sure of that, standing there in this house filled with all these memories. All those weighted, hurtful memories that had seen him silently carrying around a whole lot of baggage he hadnât realized was there.
And she had been right. He was protecting himself. Because the burden of feeling like an obligation to his mother, a debt that heâd never been able to repay, haunted him. And the last thing he wanted was to be
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