*Nicole's POV*
I was over at Laura's with Becky and Susie going over our yearly girls week vacation plans. It began as our thing two years ago.
" I want a beach with nightclubs and all the alcohol possible " Susie screamed all exited!
"I need a day spa, nightlife and alcohol as well " said Becky.
"Mexico it is " I tell them. We all clinked our Champaign with excitement as we began booking our trip. Nothing brings out the kid in you like a vacation with all adult amenities.
The week we were leaving was as usual, hectic. My mother was coming into town to help keep an eye on the kids incase Matt got called in for some important case.
" You need to relax. I know how to be a father and deal with anything that comes up the kids and I are fine. You don't need to call your mom to help me when you go on your trip."
"It's never been an issue before you appreciated her helping you out, so why is it an issue now?"
" I don't need a goddamn babysitter, you and your insecurities are becoming a real nuisance."
I was floored. My insecurities? My mom always come to help. When I went to be a chaperone with our oldest when she went to camp, when I went to California for a weekend with Susie for surgery, when I came down with the flu. So why was Matt giving me such an argument now. I brushed off his rant, he must be stressed at work and so I continued packing.
15 minutes that's it. 15 minutes and he spoke up again this time it was low and with a forceful tone. Not to mention the grip on my arm.
"Call your mother and cancel now!!!"
I jumped and looked down at his grip on my arm. What in the fuck is this? What is going on? Does he really have his hands on me?
I can't focus on his demand, because my arm is turning purple, and pain is shooting all over it.
"Let me go" I shout.
"Call your mother, " again in a low forceful tone.
"Oh my god what is wrong with you, fine I'll call her now, let me go!" I cry in pain.
"Thank you, it's all I was asking for the first time," he's says so calmly. Like he didn't just have a fistful of my arm in his hand.
With a shaky voice I call my mother as I'm rubbing my arm, I tell her Matt took off work for the week and therefore was going to spend time with the kids.
I know she was sad but said "Oh how fun the kids will enjoy that."
When I hung up I looked at him, he went back to reading a case file as if he didn't believe it was abnormal behavior that he just displayed.
" What the hell was that" I ask.
" I don't know why you feel the need to keep eyes on me when you're not around. Grow up Nicole, nobody likes an insecure, nagging wife. You have the life you always dreamed of and anything you desire, if you could show some fucking appreciation to me for all I do, instead of nagging and whining, I wouldn't have to go so far to ask you to listen to me!"
That wouldn't be the last time I felt physical pain.
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