Charles Costa was the first and only man she had ever loved. Somehow, over the years, something happened- his love for her had faltered. In the earlier years, they had had tried to have children. After six miscarriages, they finally produced one son- Jim. He was their pride and joy.
Several years later, things changed drastically – they grew apart, and Charles had hightailed it out of their lives. The separation, then inevitable divorce, was hard on Nan and their son Jim. They had to learn how to function without the crutch they had gotten used to. It was not an easy task, but they took a day to day approach.
“This is it?” she heard Jim give out as he opened the front door to their new house. “Yes honey, this is it.” She answered. “But mom, we can’t live here!” “ where are the flowers, the trees, why is it so dark in here?” he asked almost in tears. “Jim” Nan began with tears rolling down her cheeks, “this is the best I can do for now – it will get better.” Jim didn’t know how to react. He was only ten years old- he walked over to the couch and sat for a moment.