| This House was Empty |
| She sat alone in her huge house. Five bedrooms and two and a half baths, yet no one to use them. She stared at the pool table he used whenever he was home, but it hadn't been used in months. The spider webs attested to that. Everything she could ever want was in this house. A theater, a swimming pool, a tennis court out back, his beloved studio. If she wanted it, he would buy it. All she had to do was tell him and he would buy it; sometimes she didn't have to tell him. Nevertheless, this house was empty. The one thing she wanted more than the three cars in the driveway, the large walk in closet, and the sauna, she could never have. Her friends would gasp when they entered her home. "You live here? It's gorgeous," they would sigh in awe. They didn't understand. This house was empty. He'd come home in a few weeks with some new addition. "I bought a big screen TV for the family room," he'd state proudly. She, of course, would thank him until there was no tomorrow, but deep down, her heart would break. Then he would leave again. Sometimes he'd call the cell phone he'd bought her, or send an email to her expensive computer, but it was never the same. He was living his dream, and she shouldn't be jealous of it. She should give him all her love and support, but a part of her just wanted him to stay home. A walk around the man made lake usually put her mind back into perspective, but lately it wasn't enough. She was all alone. She'd talk to the cook he'd hired, but she was alone. The maid, who came to clean once a week, listened to her stories about him, but it still wasn't enough. This house was empty. The phone rang. She ran down the winding staircase and picked up the receiver from the antique shelf. "Hello." "Hi. I'm just calling to check up on you. I'll be home in a few weeks," his voice came in clearly. She smiled. "I'm counting the days. I miss you." "I miss you too. Guess what. I bought you a new TV for the room. It's bigger than the scrawny one you have now," his stated proudly. Her heart dropped. "I can't wait to see it," she delivered in fake enthusiasm. "I love you. I'll call later." "I love you, too. Bye." she whispered. The phone fell from her hands as the hot tears flooded her eyes. This was her life. This was her house. This was life as an Nsync mother. Trade in your son for a huge house full of expensive junk. Yet to her, this house was empty. |