Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-27008899-20160513004805

Jason

Jason and I have been married for ten years. Just like any marriage, we have had our ups and downs. For the most part, we were not unhappy happy. There were times things were rocky. Typical couple bickering, but rarely would we fight over trivial things. And yes, I considered leaving more than once, but I lived him. Money was always our big argument.

I It was never a major issue because Jason is a scientist that works for the government. I am not 100% sure exactly what he does. I do know he has a Master's Degree in physics from MIT, and that NASA is involved. I only know that because I overheard him talking on the phone one day. I would also often hear the word "Montauk" a few times. I never knew what it was referring to, and at the time, I didn't much care. I did ask him about it once, but he blew it off and said, "it's just work stuff, no need to worry"

As I said before, things always seemed good between us. Until about a year ago. Jason began coming home later and later every night. He told me they made a major break through, and he would be working late for some time. I was saddened by this news, but I understood. He also said he couldn't talk about the details, only that he was about to change the world.

Things began to change between us after that. Jason would work later and later every night. Some weeks I never saw him at all, and when we did, he was too tired to spend time with me. We began to grow distant and barely ever spoke. When we did we would argue over everything. From the remote to dinner, everything became an argument. I admit, my insecurities got the best of me, and I had believed Jason was cheating on me. This only fueled further arguments that often did not end well.

Six months ago he was able to come home on time. I made his favorite dinner, Chicken Alfredo with broccoli. He sat at the table and just looked at it. When I asked if something was wrong, he stood up and threw his wine glass at the wall, shattering it all over the floor. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I want a divorce." I was crushed. I began to cry and begged to know why. All he would say is, "I don't love you anymore."

That night we argued for hours over everything. It all seemed surreal. I had spent the better part of my life with this man, we had built a good life together. He was willing to throw it all away without a second thought. I was devastated that he could be so callus towards me. After spending the night fighting, he promptly left for work at his normal time. It took me several days, between my break downs and fits of anger, to pack all my things.

The last day I was getting ready to leave, he pulled up in the drive way. He jumped out of the car and ran towards me as I stood at the door, bags in hand. He grabbed me and held me tight. He began pleading with me not to go. He said he quit his job and promised me things would be different from now on what was I to do? I still loved this man with ever fiber of my being. I was so happy to hear those words I fell into his arms and professed my love for him.

It was two days later I was working in the garden. Jason had left for a job interview at a local school. The pay wasn't great, but he would be home every night with me. I was thinking about how wonderful the past two days have been with him. I smiled as I realized I had fallen in love with him all over again. It was like we had just started dating. We talked and laughed. We made love like it was the first time both days. 'It was amazing' I thought to myself as I wiped the sweat off my forehead.

My thoughts turn to my thirst as stab my spade into the dirt. Summers in Florida can be, extreme, for lack of a better word. I remembered that Jason always liked to keep water in the cooler downstairs. I headed into the house and proceeded to the basement. I always hated going into the basement alone, but It was daylight, and I really wanted a cold drink. Thoughts of Jason raced back to my head as I descended the stair case. I could feel myself smiling. The dankness of the old basement hardly bothered me as I opened the well stocked freezer, and reached my hand in. As the cool air engulfed my hand I let out a little, "whow."

As I felt around the freezer I felt something strange. It felt almost like popsicles, or a pack of hotdogs. Jason hated hotdogs and we never had popsicles. My curiosity got the best of me and I began moving the food around to see what it was. I jumped back as I saw five fingers in the bottom of freezer. I nervously approached the freezer again to look in to be sure I wasn't just seeing things. A frozen blue hand looked up at me from the bottom. I started moving the food around, tossing things to the side as I found and an arm, then a shoulder. Before long I was looking at the frozen face of my husband.

I screamed and began to cry. Quickly I ran up the basement steps, the freezer slamming shut behind me. I grabbed the phone and began dialing, just then, Jason walks in the door. I dropped the phone to the floor and ran over to him in tears.

"What on earth is wrong?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I thought...I thought I saw...I don't know. I just, love you so much." I said pulling him close to me.

I never told him what I saw, and he never asked. A day later I noticed the freezer was gone. A few days after, Jason took me on our second honeymoon to Las Vegas, just out of the blue. I was so happy I had forgotten the incident, for a while anyway. It was when I noticed a few differences in Jason that I decided to do some research. Looking online I found information about "Montauk." Conspiracy theories mostly. People believed the government had the ability to travel to different dimensions. Some believed there was actually parallel universes, where there are subtle differences, and our government had the ability to travel between them.

I chalked it up to a bunch of paranoid nonsense. I mean, why should I care if Jason suddenly did not like Chicken Alfredo, it shouldn't bother me that he thought Christmas was December 20th, I shouldn't dwell on the fact he did not remember my mothers name, in spite of calling her by it for the past ten years. How do I even know I saw what I think I did? Even if I reported it, who would believe it? Besides, I now have the Jason I always wanted. 