Shaxx Drramson
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Hey Now Whoa Now

One Monday around lunchtime my wife sent me to go pick up some sandwiches for her and our two children, Haley and Drew. Walking in the door, I was greeted by smiling faces and the aroma of succulent sammies. It was as if the hand of God had reached down and touched this Subway. I got a cold cut combo with pepper jack cheese on wheat for my wife, a meatball marinara with provolone on Italian herbs and cheese for myself, and turkey on white for both of my children, except a hint of mustard for my son's. He does enjoy a mild batch of spice. While the person behind the counter made my sandwiches, everything looked great. They were expertly crafted by the shorter gentleman.

I returned home fifteen minutes later and dispensed the sandwiches out to my loving family. Four bites in, my wife looks up to me with a glazed look over her eyes. My children look at each other with disgust. Before I can begin to enjoy my meatball sub, my wife gets up and retreats to our bedroom. I follow her and ask what's wrong. She says nothing as she retrieves the luggage from the top of the closet. I feel a knot in my throat as I once again ask what's wrong. She refuses to answer as she drags the luggage back into the living room. As I follow her, I notice my son Drew clutching his Kylo Ren action figure I got him for Christmas in 2015 close to his chest. My wife goes to the door and grabs the keys in the bowl on the table affixed to the right side of the door. She looks at the kids and calmly tells them to go outside and wait in the car. My daughter Haley looks up at her mother with wide eyes and asks why they're leaving. My wife responds "I'll tell you on the way to Ya-Ya's house." She turns back to me and says that she and kids will be staying at her mother's house for a while. As I stand shocked in the living room, I hear the engine of our Ford F150 revving up through the open front door. I stand there bewildered wondering what happened to our happy family. But this confusion devolves into the hunger I felt for the first time upon returning home with the sandwiches. I walk forlorn back to the kitchen table and take a bite of my now room temperature meatball sub. That's when it hit me. It's the Helena Subway's fault.

That was three years ago.

SHANNON WHY DID YOU LEAVE US? WHY DID YOU BREAK OUR HOME APART? WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN US THAT YOU WOULD TAKE THE KIDS UNEXPECTEDLY? WHY WON'T YOU LET ME SEE HALEY AND DREW? THEY'RE MY CHILDREN TOO! YOU'D BETTER NOT BE LETTING THEM SPEND TIME WITH JAVIER, THAT NO GOOD DEADBEAT. HE COULDN'T PULL FIVE FIGURES, SHANNON. I HATE YOU! THERE! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED? I HATE YOU, SHANNON. I HOPE YOU BURN! LET ME SEE MY KIDS.

I'm sorry, Shannon I don't mean it. To the reader, I apologize for losing my temper. I'm currently sitting in the Cracker Barrel in Pelham ALONE with two kid's menus beside me. The server Stephanie keeps coming by asking if I need another minute. Yes, Stephanie, I DO need another minute. I needed another minute three years ago so I could figure out what went wrong. As Dolly Parton's "Jolene" plays over the radio, masking out the sound of my sobbing, I do have to admit that the sandwich I had three years ago was delightful, but to this day I have no idea what triggered my wife to leave so suddenly with the kids over a sandwich. Drew, Haley, I love and miss you so much. Don't forget that you can call Daddy whenever you want, despite what your mother says.