“Where were you last night?” Every morning for the past two months I ask the same questions and get the same response...silence. It didn’t matter really, I knew the answer , the reddish brown stain on his rumpled clothes gave him away. He had gone to her.
Tina.
Things changed when she came into our lives. We went from fun loving couple to strangers walking on egg shells. I tried to be understanding and patient but it was hard having to work things...our plans, around Tina. She was so needy, so fragile and Joshua was happy to be her knight in Shinning amour. I couldn’t help the hate I felt...not just for her but for him also. He was supposed to be mine, all mine, didn’t he know that?
I wanted to say something, something that will make him see me again, see the woman he had married.
My mouth opened and the words came out
“I... I made you breakfast”
Hate-filled eyes turn to me. My heart broke.
“Joshua, please, let’s go back to how it was.” I begged clutching his arm in both hands “Please, Forget about her”
“I can’t!” he yelled , pulling away from me.
“You can. I can help you”
“I can’t. . . ” he paused and cleared his throat “I can’t do this anymore. . .”
“No! Don‘t say it” I begged
“I can’t pretend there’s something, when there is nothing” he continued
“ Please stop”
“Every night I go to her, I know it’s not right. . . believe me, I do. I know I should be home with my wife yet I sit there.”
He walked to the bar and grabbed a bottle of scotch, twisted the cap and drank straight from it. He stopped, wiped his mouth and looked at me.
“Do you know why? I can’t stand to be near you. God, I hate you. I hate you for what you did to us. I hate you for making have to go there”
“I did it for us” I sobbed “We were dying. . .our love was dying”
“You killed our daughter” he yelled angrily “You killed Tina. Instead of sleeping upstairs, our daughter lie in grave and I’m forced to sit with her because she shouldn’t be alone. . . .she’s only a baby. She's...only...a...baby!”
The sound of his sobs filled the room.
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