"What are you talking about?" I said, my voice rising still higher. I was starting to have a sense of unreality here.
"You undercut me, you sabotage me, you turn the children against me," she said. "I see what you're doing. Don't think I don't. You are not supportive of me at all. After all these years of marriage, I must say it's a lousy thing to do to your wife." And she stalked out of the room, fists clenched. She was so angry, she didn't see that Nicole was standing back from the door, listening to the whole thing. And staring at me, as her mother swept past.
Now we were driving to school. "She's crazy, Dad."
"No, she's not."
"You know that she is. You're just pretending."
"Nicole, she's your mother," I said. "Your mother is not crazy. She's working very hard right now."
"That's what you said last week, after the fight."
"Well, it happens to be true."
"You guys didn't used to fight."
"There's a lot of stress right now."
Nicole snorted, crossed her arms, stared forward. "I don't know why you put up with her."
"And I don't know why you were listening to what is none of your business."
"Dad, why do you pull that crap with me?"
"Nicole ..."
"Sor-ry. But why can't you have a real conversation, instead of defending her all the time? It's not normal, what she's doing. I know you think she's crazy."
"I don't," I said.
From the backseat, Eric whacked her on the back of the head. "You're the one who's crazy," he said.
"Shut up, butt breath."
"Shut up yourself, weasel puke."
"I don't want to hear any more from either of you," I said loudly. "I am not in the mood." By then we were pulling into the turnaround in front of the school. The kids piled out. Nicole jumped out of the front seat, turned back to get her backpack, shot me a look, and was gone. I didn't think Julia was crazy, but something had certainly changed, and as I replayed that morning's conversation in my head, I felt uneasy for other reasons. A lot of her comments sounded like she was building a case against me. Laying it out methodically, step by step. You are shutting me out and keeping me away from my children.
I am here, you just don't notice.
I'm a good mother, I balance a very demanding job with the needs of my family.
You are not supportive of me at all. You undercut me, you sabotage me.
You are turning the children against me.
I could easily imagine her lawyer saying these things in court. And I knew why. According to a recent article I had read in Redbook magazine, "alienation of affection" was currently the trendy argument in court. The father is turning the children against the mother. Poisoning their little minds by word and deed. While the Mom is blameless as always. Every father knew the legal system was hopelessly biased in favor of mothers. The courts gave lip service to equality, and then ruled a child needed its mother. Even if she was absent. Even if she smacked them around, or forgot to feed them. As long as she wasn't shooting up, or breaking their bones, she was a fit mother in the eyes of the court. And even if she was shooting up, a father might not win the case. One of my friends at MediaTronics had an ex-wife on heroin who'd been in and out of rehab for years. They'd finally divorced and had joint custody. She was supposedly clean but the kids said she wasn't. My friend was worried. He didn't want his ex driving the kids when she was loaded. He didn't want drug dealers around his kids. So he went to court to ask for full custody, and he lost. The judge said the wife was genuinely trying to overcome her addiction, and that children need their mother. So that was the reality. And now it looked to me as if Julia was starting to lay out that case. It gave me the creeps.
About the time I had worked myself into a fine lather, my cell phone rang. It was Julia. She was calling to apologize.
"I'm really sorry. I said stupid things today. I didn't mean it."
"What?"
"Jack, I know you support me. Of course you do. I couldn't manage without you. You're doing a great job with the kids. I'm just not myself these days. It was stupid, Jack. I'm sorry I said those things."
When I got off the phone I thought, I wish I had recorded that. I had a ten o'clock meeting with my headhunter, Annie Gerard. We met in the sunny courtyard of a coffee shop on Baker. We always met outside, so Annie could smoke. She had her laptop out and her wireless modem plugged in. A cigarette dangled from her lip, and she squinted in the smoke.
"Got anything?" I said, sitting down opposite her.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. Two very good possibilities."
"Great," I said, stirring my latte. "Tell me."
"How about this? Chief research analyst for IBM, working on advanced distributed systems architecture."
"Right up my alley."
"I thought so, too. You're highly qualified for this one, Jack. You'd run a research lab of sixty people. Base pay two-fifty plus options going out five years plus royalties on anything developed in your lab."
"Sounds great. Where?"
"Armonk."
"New York?" I shook my head. "No way, Annie. What else?"
"Head of a team to design multi-agent systems for an insurance company that's doing data mining. It's an excellent opportunity, and-"
"Where?"
"Austin."
I sighed. "Annie. Julia's got a job she likes, she's very devoted to it, and she won't leave it now. My kids are in school, and-"
"People move all the time, Jack. They all have kids in school. Kids adapt."