They were both crying.
She cried because she was hurting. He too was crying because of her pain. This wasn't the first time she had cried since she gotten the news that he was having a baby. Not that he was actually pregnant; but another woman across town was, and the baby was his. Though her tears frequently and freely fell, it did not ease her pain. Nor did talking about it, yelling or throwing things at him. Nothing helped.
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Her pain was like a thunderstorm. The lightning flashes blinded her until she couldn't seem to find her way. The roaring thunder deafened her to the comforting words that anyone offered her. Worst of all was the whirlwind, which tossed her around emotionally like a rag-doll. Causing her to quickly shift mental gears from anger, sadness & rage; to oddly enough happiness. She was positive that nothing could possibly be worse than this. She assured herself that she had now endured life's heaviest storm was surviving. Sadly; everytime she felt like she was finally getting through the worst of it, the cycle would begin again, starting with the hurt. She was confused. Not even sure what hurt the most. Was it the fact that he had cheated on her? Was that the fact that while he was making love to her; telling her that he loved only her, he was doing the same thing with another woman? What about the baby? She knew that this baby was going to change their lives forever. She wondered if she could endure a lifetime of contact with the baby's mother?
"That bitch! That home-wrecking whore!?" she thought to herself.
Maybe what hurt her the most was that she'd never again be able to trust her husband; no matter what he says, or could she ?
"What about our family?" she screamed."What about all the time and energy that we put into this relationship? Was everything a lie from the very beginning? I am such a damned fool !" she cried, as anger returned. "I should have known better! What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I be good enough?" Now it was sadness' turn to have its way with her.
"Why is this happening to me God? GOD !!!!!!" she yelled as if to make the Almighty stop what He was doing and take notice. As calm slowly returned she uttered in a near whisper that turned into a shrill gut-wrenching bellow:
"God, why is this happening to me? Why is this woman having a baby with MY HUSBAND!?!?!??"
stay tuned for the next episode...
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Chapter Two
Still they cried. Though he tried and tried, he could not love her hurt away.
"Please baby..." he pleaded. He knew that this was likely just another wasted effort, but he had to try. His previous attempts at comforting her either fell on deaf ears or only aggravated her further. In an act of desperation he got up from his chair and took what had to be the longest four step journey in the history of mankind. He walked across the room and reached out his hand. He tried to put his arms around her.
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Her sobs and whimpering masked the sounds of his footsteps. Her lowered head never saw him coming. She jerked away from him the instant he touched her, As if she had received a sudden electrical shock.
"Don't you touch me." she said, in a calm, steady voice. Their eyes met and locked. He had never seen such a look on her face before. He looked away quickly. He had the craziest feeling, that she could look into his soul and see the guilt and sin in his heart.
"Don't you ever touch me again !" she demanded, sounding more like a growling animal than the woman that he'd shared the past several years with.
"But baby please..." was his lame plea. He was wearing his best 'Baby I'm sorry, don't you still love me' expression. But she was now the 'immovable object' and he was no longer the 'irresistible force'.
"Fine!" he said, attitude quickly changing.
"Forget it all then! I'm trying my hardest to convince you that I'm sorry and you just treat me like I'm a dog!" His voice grew louder.
"You want me to kiss your ass don't you? That's it, isn't it baby? Well I'm not going to kiss your ass and I'm not your dog!" It was he who was yelling now.
"So is this what you really want baby? Do you want us to just be over and done?"
(The master chess player pondered his next move for only a moment...)
"After all that we've been through, all that we have built." he continued.
(He moved his piece into position.)
"The hell with the kids. The hell with everything!" he exclaimed.
(Check)
"Are YOU going to just throw it all away?"
(Checkmate.)
“Get out !” she screamed.
She was crying once again.
stay tuned for the next episode... available in my soon to be released book. Email me for more info
"Please baby..." he pleaded. He knew that this was likely just another wasted effort, but he had to try. His previous attempts at comforting her either fell on deaf ears or only aggravated her further. In an act of desperation he got up from his chair and took what had to be the longest four step journey in the history of mankind. He walked across the room and reached out his hand. He tried to put his arms around her.
More...
Her sobs and whimpering masked the sounds of his footsteps. Her lowered head never saw him coming. She jerked away from him the instant he touched her, As if she had received a sudden electrical shock.
"Don't you touch me." she said, in a calm, steady voice. Their eyes met and locked. He had never seen such a look on her face before. He looked away quickly. He had the craziest feeling, that she could look into his soul and see the guilt and sin in his heart.
"Don't you ever touch me again !" she demanded, sounding more like a growling animal than the woman that he'd shared the past several years with.
"But baby please..." was his lame plea. He was wearing his best 'Baby I'm sorry, don't you still love me' expression. But she was now the 'immovable object' and he was no longer the 'irresistible force'.
"Fine!" he said, attitude quickly changing.
"Forget it all then! I'm trying my hardest to convince you that I'm sorry and you just treat me like I'm a dog!" His voice grew louder.
"You want me to kiss your ass don't you? That's it, isn't it baby? Well I'm not going to kiss your ass and I'm not your dog!" It was he who was yelling now.
"So is this what you really want baby? Do you want us to just be over and done?"
(The master chess player pondered his next move for only a moment...)
"After all that we've been through, all that we have built." he continued.
(He moved his piece into position.)
"The hell with the kids. The hell with everything!" he exclaimed.
(Check)
"Are YOU going to just throw it all away?"
(Checkmate.)
“Get out !” she screamed.
She was crying once again.
stay tuned for the next episode... available in my soon to be released book. Email me for more info
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