Emily and Steve Part 9

Emily turned red, and looked down. I raised my eyebrows, confused. "What drafting course?" I asked.

Tessa stammered, "I'm sorry, I thought you had told him. I shouldn't have said anything."

Emily looked up, "no, it's okay Tessa. Steve, I am taking a night course this semester at school. It starts next week on Tuesday and Thursday nights. With it, I'll have the prerequisites to apply to go to university and get a degree with industrial design."

I shook my head. "What? You want to go back to school?"

Emily nodded. "Yes. I don't think accounting is for me. Accounting was something to keep a low profile when I was Mike. Now I am Emily, I want to do something else. Are you mad?"

I shook my head. "No, not mad. I just don't understand why you didn't say anything to me. I would have thought that's the kind of thing that we would share. But, whatever, that's okay. Don't worry about. So, tell me, where do you want to go to school?"

"Virginia tech has a really good program," she said. My jaw dropped. Tessa quietly picked up her glass of wine and walked into the kitchen. Emily just looked at me, waiting for me to say something.

It took me a minute to compose my thoughts, and I really wish I had handled this next bit calmly, but I didn't. Instead, I said, "Virginia fucking Tech? That's two thousand fucking miles from here! You just up and decide to move to Virginia without even talking to me?"

Emily tried to grab my hands to reassure me, but I just pulled away. I stood up and paced.

"Please, Steve," she said. "I haven't decided anything. We can talk about it, but let's talk about it later, okay?"

"No," I screamed. "Not okay. Nothing is okay any more. Recently, you seem to be off in your own little world, and I'm getting left behind all the time. How can you even think of moving to Virginia, when we are making a life for ourselves here?"