I am sitting in Starbucks and I see them. They are at a table across from me. The woman looks hard and in shape. She must run--long and far. The man looks much more down to earth--his beanie is pulled down around his face. He smiles much more at the two kids who are playing next to them.
I can barely hear their conversation--but I can tell it is not good. I suspect they are ex lovers or in a struggling marriage--their kids stand right next to them hearing there cutting words. The man is pleading with her, "not to make this a bigger deal then it has to be" and asking her to "listen." She has not a ounce of mercy in her face. She says nothing, gets up and walks away.
He is left there sitting. Watching his kids and he looks exhausted. He gathers up the two kids and takes them out to the car--
It hurts me to see faces of such hardness, but it also perplexes me to think that woman may have the weight of the world on her shoulders.