She closed her eyes, and in the moment, I chose to believe her. Part of me longed for that; I didn’t want to think she had ever been capable of such things – but the truth is, I’ll never know how things actually transpired.
“When Marge asked to see me that night, she told me flat-out that London needed both of us, that I would be hurting London by pursuing sole custody. Needless to say, I was angry. At the time, I felt it was none of her business. But her words affected me more than I wanted to admit… and over time I began to realize that she might be right.” On her wrist, she twisted a thin gold bracelet around and around.
“Whenever London came to Atlanta, all she did was talk about you. How much fun she had with you, the games you played together, the places you went.” Her voice trembled. “I never wanted to take London from you. I just wanted her with me. So when Marge said you would move to Atlanta… I was floored. I never imagined that you’d leave Charlotte, or your parents. I always felt that you started your own business because you weren’t serious about finding work in another city.” At my protest, she held up a hand. “That’s why I wanted sole custody in the first place. Because I love London, too, and only seeing her every other weekend was killing me. I guess I never believed that you would go to such lengths to remain in her life.”
She looked directly at me. “You’re a great father, Russ. I know that now. If you’re willing to move to Atlanta like Marge said, and you want to split time with London, I think we can probably figure something out.”
Which is exactly what we did. For starters, London was allowed to stay with me in Charlotte to finish out the school year; two days later, the moving van filled with our stuff rolled toward Atlanta. When Vivian travels – which still keeps her out of town three or four nights a week – London stays with me. I also have my daughter every other weekend, and London and I have a standing date night on those Fridays she’s with me. To avoid a repeat of the past year, Vivian and I have decided to alternate holidays in the future. So I can still read bedtime stories to my daughter when she stays with her mom, I bought a mini iPad, and London props it against a pillow to see me via FaceTime. Even better, once school starts, I’ll still be able to pick her up at school every day, and she’ll stay with me until Vivian finishes at work. I’m assuming that means that London and I will have dinner sometimes; other times, London will have dinner with her mom; but I’m confident that Vivian and I will figure it out.
I find myself being thankful to Vivian for all those things, cognizant that in all the years I’ve known her, my ex-wife has never once failed to surprise me.
Even, sometimes, in good ways.
I dreaded telling Emily that I was moving.
Most people would applaud my decision to choose my daughter over a new romantic relationship, but I also knew that a woman like Emily comes along once in a lifetime. Charlotte and Atlanta were close enough for a short-term relationship, but could it really work in the long run? Like me, Emily had been born and raised in Charlotte and her parents and sister lived nearby. We hadn’t been seeing each other for very long; to that point in our relationship, we hadn’t so much as even kissed.
“You could do better than me,” is how I began the conversation. There were smarter and kinder men, wealthier and better-looking suitors, I went on. When Emily interrupted me to ask what this was about, I spilled everything: my conversations with Marge; my meeting with Vivian the day after the funeral; the realization that I needed to move to Atlanta. For London. Could she forgive me?
Standing, she put her arms around me. We were in her kitchen at the time, and in that moment, my eyes flashed to her studio, where she was working on yet another painting. It was one she intended to give to Liz. As she’d done with the image of London and me, Emily was painting a version of the photo taken of Marge and Liz beneath the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.
“I’ve known for a while that you were going to move to Atlanta,” she whispered into my ear. “Marge told me when I went to see her. Why do you think I put my house up for sale?”
Emily and I now live less than a mile from each other. We’re each renting for the time being, because we both know that it’s only a matter of time before we start shopping for rings. There are those who might think it’s too fast – my divorce was finalized only three months ago – but to this I would respond, How many people have the chance to marry their closest friend?
For London, knowing that Bodhi not only lives here but will go to the same school – there’s an excellent one nearby – has made her transition that much easier. Right after I watched London zip down the slide, I glanced toward the parking lot and saw Emily pulling in. Bodhi jumped out and made a beeline toward London, and when Emily smiled and waved, I knew with certainty that my day had gotten a whole lot better.
And by the way, if anyone’s interested: On Emily’s first night in Atlanta – she moved here a week after London and I did – we celebrated with champagne and ended up in bed. Ever since, I’ve felt as if I’ve finally come home.
It hasn’t been easy for my parents, or for Liz. On the weekends that Vivian has London, I make the drive to Charlotte, and I visit my parents. Liz is often there, and our conversations drift to Marge as a matter of course. These days, we no longer weep at the mention of Marge’s name, but the aching emptiness remains. I’m not certain that any of us will ever completely fill the void.