Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
A silence on the line. Then, “I know. You’re right. Thank you, Liam.”
I’m about to disconnect when she sighs. I keep the line open. “I’ll keep trying. For you.”
“Not for me,” I say, as gentle as I can. “For you, Harley. Do it for you.”
“Right.” A breath. “For me.” She doesn’t sound like she believes it. “Same time tomorrow, Liam.”
She’s gone before I can tell her it doesn’t work that way.
Behind the glass Bex writes something on her pad and doesn’t look up. I spin in my chair and look at Paige, her eyes are wide and she’s shaking her head.
Bex doesn’t give me a second to sit with the unease. She’s got the next one ready before I’ve cleared my mind.
“Good evening. You’re on The Love Line with Liam.”
“My wife wants to open the marriage. See other people. Says it’ll make us stronger. I don’t want to. I want her. Only her. But she says if I really loved her, I’d want her to be free.”
I sit back, mute my mic, and take a second. I’m not sure how to tackle this one or if I even want to.
“Wow, okay. This is a lot.”
“You’re telling me.”
“Right. There’s a difference between compromise and an ultimatum.” I sit forward. “Some couples make an open marriage work, the ones who both want it. You two don’t both want it. One of you wants more and one of you wants only each other, and that isn’t a thing you split down the middle. That’s a difference about what a marriage even is. So before anybody opens a single door, you need a hard conversation, probably with somebody trained in the room, about whether you’re still building the same thing. Don’t sign up to be miserable so she can call it freedom.”
The next call is a woman whose husband never says he loves her, never has, twenty years in. “He shows it,” she says, defensive and aching at once. “He fixes my car. He warms up my side of the bed. But he won’t say the words, and I’m starting to need the words.”
“Then tell him that. Plain. Not an accusation, a request. Some people grew up in houses where those words were never said or if they were, they came with requirements. He can learn. But he can’t learn a need you’ve never said out loud. Give him the words but don’t make him feel stupid. Most men will say it back if you let them.”
The next one’s a woman, hurt, her voice working overtime to stay level. She found out her husband watches porn, and she says the floor went out from under the marriage. I take this one slow, because it’ll go wrong if I’m flip about it.
“First thing. What you feel is real and you don’t have to argue yourself out of it. Second thing. I’m not going to tell you it means nothing, and I’m not going to tell you it means he doesn’t love you, because I don’t know your husband and neither does anybody else with an opinion. Here’s what I do know. You need to talk to him, tell him how you feel, and ask him what he’s getting from watching that he’s not getting from you. That’s the talk. It’s the hardest one there is. It’s also the only one that fixes anything.”
One more before I let the room breathe. A guy convinced the couples’ pottery class his wife signed them up for is a trap. “It’s not a trap,” I tell him. “It’s your wife asking you to be bad at something next to her for an hour. Go make an ugly bowl. Laugh at it. The marriages that last aren’t the ones that are good at everything. They’re the ones willing to be bad at something together.”
I play the new artist Elle found. I really like the guy and love how she has an ear for new talent. After the song and a few commercials from new sponsors, I take a few more calls before Bex tells me our time is done.
“Good night, friends,” I say. “If you’ve taken anything away from tonight, I hope it’s communication. I tell my wife I love her every day even when I’m on tour. It’s important she hears those words from me. Until we meet again, I’m Liam Page, signing off.”
The light goes dark.
Bex opens a line into the room. “Those were some tough ones tonight.”
“Especially Harley.”
She nods. “I have her number in the system and flagged. We’ll watch for her to call again.”
I nod and shut everything down. Paige kisses me on the cheek and tells me she’ll see me at home. I make sure all the other equipment got turned off and lock the rooms. On my way out, there’s a vase on the front desk. Flowers that weren’t here earlier. I look for a card. There isn’t one.