When I got back from the airport, I walked into the house and looked around at all the things that weren't there anymore. The pictures, candles, the blanket on the back of the couch and the fruit bowl that sat on the dinning room table. It was cold and quiet, so quiet I could hear my heartbeat. I couldn't believe that we weren't together anymore and that I had just driven 500 miles to move her away from me, and then flew home to my empty house.
The first thing to do was go turn into Ginger. I spent about an hour getting ready and then started pouring on the booze and nose candy that I had stopped and picked up on my way home from the airport. The pic that Catherine posted on one of my threads and on my profile was taken on this night. Not five minutes after I took that picture she called and we talked for a while. I never told her that I was dressed up, but I think she could tell.