A week before // Inspired by Adele’s Turning Tables
“What are you… wait, are you leaving again?!” - George entered the room and saw his wife packing her travel bag.
“George, I…” - Margaret tried to explain herself but he didn’t let her finish.
“No, I can’t stand this anymore, just can’t. You spend more time with those freaking horses that with your husband. I barely see you at home. This is abnormal, Margaret!”
“And what do you want from me? To hear that I’m sorry, that I will change? No, I won’t. This is my job, this is my life! And you? You hate Harbledore and you believe that my job is a piece of shit. It’s written on your face!” - the woman broke down.
“Margaret, I work in a bank, - sighed George - I don’t conquer the world. You know, you can work anywhere, I don’t care. Just be honest.”
“Wha…” - asked she puzzled.
“YOU told me that nothing would change with the inheritance of Harbledore, YOU promised me that you wouldn’t sacrifice our relationship, YOU, for god’s sake, sworn that you would never be one the girls who spent days and nights with their horses! And now what? You are one of them.” - it had been bothering the man for a long time and today was the last drop.
“Okay, this is fine, it happens. But admit it and stop pretending that we still have something in common.”
“Are you serious? This is what you think?"
"Yes, I am serious. I am. ” - George replied quietly.
“Well… - Margaret tried to hold the tears - then this trip may be good for us. We will cool down and decide what to…”. A phone call interrupted her. Somebody from the stables. She wanted to answer it but caught her husband’s eye.
“No need to decide, Margaret. I know that you’ve made up your mind. You won’t choose between sport and me. I hope you will be happy with your ponies.” - on saying that George left Margaret alone with her tears.
// Present day //
Casanova’s loud snort brought Margaret back to earth. Suddenly the rider realised that she was crying and thanked God that the warm up arena was empty. What had happened? Margaret had never let herself show emotions like that. How could a small text bring her to this state?
“Tell me your decision when you’re ready. If it is the end, I won’t throw sand in your wheels. I don’t want to see you locked in the cage. George”
“If it is the end..” Was it the end? Was Margaret ready to give up her marriage and leave the man who loved her more than his life? But did she love him back or was she just pretending to fit in the place to which she didn’t belong?
“Ladies and gentlemen, after the break you will see the strongest jumpers in the advanced classes. We wait you back in thirty minutes.” - the announcer’s voice broke Margaret’s thoughts.
“Alright Cas, it’s time to work. Our turn is in forty five minutes.” - the rider shook her head. Show jumping accepts no excuses for mistakes, and there was no place for feelings. Having put all her troubles in a box and hidden it in the deepest corner of her soul, Margaret took the reins and began the warm up.