Pete walked in not two minutes
after Eric had left.
"Well, what did Eric have
to talk to you about?" Pete asked.
"Pete, I am just gonna say
it. I am going to the WWF." Maire said, point blank.
"WHAT? HOW COULD YOU
DO THIS TO ME?" Pete yelled, both out of anger and jealousy.
"How could I do what to you?
I just got handed this news five minutes ago. What was I supposed
to say? No?" she said.
"YES, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO
SAY NO." he yelled again.
"Well, I said yes." she said,
point blank, again. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have a job here, because they
are releasing me out of my contract."
"You could have said no and
stayed home, to be a mother and a wife." he said to her.
"I am not June Cleaver.
If you want a June Cleaver, go and look for one. Ever since we have
been together, you have been so damn controlling. And, frankly, I am getting
tired of it. Tomorrow, I am filing for divorce." she said.
"You can't. The priest
said forever." Pete said.
"I already talked to Father
Dave. He said that this is a justifiable cause for divorce.
I am taking Cayli and all our things and moving to Boston. It's obvious
you and your insecurity need time alone." Maire said, and picked up her
things.
"But, Maire, what will I do
without you? I can't cook or anything like that." Pete said.
"Frankly, my dear, I don't
care what you do." Maire said, as she was walking out the door.