Love on the Rocks

Their marriage was heading toward a rocky shore. Could it be saved? Should they even try?

Charlie Hackle had been married for seven years. He and his wife were not getting along.

It had been a tumultuous marriage from the beginning.

On this particular Saturday morning. He and Rebecca had been fighting over each others obligations and responsibilities toward their relationship. This was not the first time they had argued over the subject.

Rebecca had grown tired of today’s argument and locked herself in the bathroom. She refused to come out. Charlie had grown tired of the argument altogether. He tried to talk to Rebecca through the door. Hoping to coax her out, but she wasn’t responding.

He was tired of this routine and had reached the point where he had had enough. He gave up trying and told her he was going out.

It was a full hour before Rebecca decided to open the door. Charlie still hadn’t returned. She was glad he was still gone. She needed a break from the bickering. She felt better after several hours had passed. Charlie still hadn’t returned. This wasn’t normal and now she started to get concerned.

Stopping off at the neighborhood tavern for a drink was becoming a regular habit with Charlie. She wanted to believe that’s where he was and halfheartedly convinced herself of it

By evening he still hadn’t returned. Rebecca was concerned enough to call his cell. There was no answer.

Her growing concern was enough to cause her to make a few phone calls to friends and family. No one had seen him all day.

Now she was actually worried.

She went so far as to call the local hospital, but was told no one named Charlie Hackle had been admitted. She was relieved to hear it, but was now more worried than ever.

Charlie didn’t come home that night.

In the morning Rebecca called the police on the off chance he may have been arrested and was being held in custody. They had no record of him being arrested. They suggested she file a missing person report, which she did.

A week went by. Rebecca was beside herself. Her mind kept racing. Was he hurt and laying in a ditch somewhere…

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