Soon: Chapter 27: The Big Confession, Finally
As much as I’m sure Jenkins wants us to see Paul as some RTC James Bond, I’m just not there. When Paul gets the drop on Morty Dunkin’, he has Angela call security. Then, he doesn’t get her out of the building before the news crews get there.
James Bond would never be so clumsy with one of his lovely ladies.
In fact, he sees her back to her hotel, where she takes the opportunity to grab him and kiss him. I guess being kidnapped and tied up and almost drugged will do that to a woman.
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him hard. He froze, not responding, much as he wanted to.
Angela pulled back, smiling. “You’re shy in public,” she said.
Um, they’re not in public. They’re in a hotel elevator. Which I guess leaves them vulnerable to being seen, but still, it’s not like she tried to snog him in the middle of the Strip.
And can I just add that I am once again in awe of Angela’s opinion of her own desirability? This is the second time she’s tried to get it on with him, and the second time he’s not responded, and still she just thinks he is “chivalrous” or “shy.” The thought that he might not want her just never crosses her mind.
Oh, that we all had that kind of self-confidence.
That night, as Paul chauffers Angela to her meeting to recruit more prostitutes to Christianity, he finally breaks it to her that he’s married.
“I’m sorry,” Paul said. “I should have said something.”
“What, you didn’t think to? You couldn’t tell what was happening, or didn’t you think I might fall for you?”
“Fact is, Angela, I fell for you too.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel better? At least it wasn’t one-sided?”
Wow, good for Angela. I’m serious–she’s not letting him get away with anything.
“I should have told you.”
“You sure should have.”
“Forgive me, Angela.”
“That’s the least of it, Paul. This is going to take some getting used to.”
I actually have to give it to Jenkins here–forgiveness is usually far from the least of it for RTCs, and Angela, once again, doesn’t let him off that easily.
“You have a family too?” she said.
“A girl and a boy. Seven and five. Jae and I have been married ten years.”
“So you’re very married.”
Actually, right now Paul is very separated, but he doesn’t let Angela in on this. Nor does he let her in on the dozens and dozens of women who preceded her.
Here is Angela’s parting shot, and once again, I have to give her props–it ain’t a bad one:
“Feel bad. Regret it awhile. Miss me. And go back to your family. I’ll survive.”
Survive? Angela, you have no idea what a lucky woman you are.
Picture from TV Tropes.
Now, you may be thinking, “Where’s your Actually Not That Bad for this part, Ruby? You’ve admitted that this isn’t a bad scene at all–Angela isn’t letting Paul get away with anything as he finally reveals his Big Secret to her.”
And you would be right, but for what Paul is thinking as Angela heads into her meeting without him:
Angela was everything Jae wasn’t, at least everything Jae hadn’t been for a long time.
Jae had been unfair, but maybe she had a right.
Jae had been unfair.
JAE. Had been unfair.
Let’s be clear here: this has never been the story of two good people who just aren’t right for each other and happen to be trapped in a no-longer-loving marriage. And this isn’t the story of some evil, shrewish wife and long-suffering husband. From the beginning, this has been about a man who has been cheating on his wife for EIGHT SOLID YEARS with DOZENS OF DIFFERENT WOMEN and even PAUL HIMSELF can’t come up with an excuse, much less a reason for it.
But he does know that JAE was unfair when she incorrectly accused him of infidelity the ONE TIME he hadn’t actually done it.
I want to smack Paul so hard, and so much.
Straight was right. … There were no options. He had to work it out. Rebuilding with Jae sounded like a chore when his heart wished he could start over with Angela. This would be a true test of his faith.
So there it is. Good Christians don’t divorce. Not even when they’re miserable.
Hell, I wouldn’t want to be with anyone who considered our relationship a “chore,” something to “work on.” Of all the things in life, love and marriage should be the easy things. Otherwise, what’s the point?
As they say in Jerry Maguire, “Love shouldn’t be such hard work.”
Man, the thought of being a RTC makes me so tired.