Good Things Fall Apart

WHATEVER IT IS, I'M SORRY

BRENDON'S POV:
8 months later:

I can't complain about the last eight months. They've been good to us. We've agreed that Dallon doesn't need to continue his search for a new apartment when our wedding is only a few weeks away, and he would be moving in soon if he wasn't already here.

I've had a few panic attacks while Dallon and the kids weren't around because the last time I was about to be married, I found those stupid lyrics and my life changed in a week.

I'm afraid. No, terrified that something is going to happen. Anything. Not specifically with Dallon. But, I know something is going to happen whether it be someone breaking an arm or a heart. I know it. I've always been aware of this perception, but after the first round with Dallon, I've become hyperaware of the feeling and never ignore it.

It was nearing five o'clock on Halloween night when Dallon finally comes out of our bedroom. I would still know something was wrong regardless of this perception because Dallon has been avoiding me for the past three days, and I honestly don't know what I did to warrant such coldness from him. I've been sleeping in one of the five guest bedrooms so I wouldn't have to deal with the coldness. Every time I try to talk to him, he only looks past me and refuses to speak to me. In all honesty, he's acting like my fucking parents and it pisses me off.

Dallon is meant to be there for me and not pretend as if I don't fucking exist. I honestly feel like my twenty-year-old self again, and that's something I never want to relive again.

I thought about taking Rylee to Tyler's and staying a few days with him again to see if Dallon still cares or if I'm about to have my heart broken again. I wouldn't be surprised honestly with Breezy hanging around the house more often than not. I came back from a week-long business trip and she was there, claiming she was only dropping off Knox.

That's when I started to get the cold shoulder from Dallon, and I don't know why. I didn't complain that she was there. I didn't question anything. I didn't say anything actually and just nodded, kissed Dallon's cheek, and went to our room to sleep most of the day. Because let's be real jetlag is a bitch. It just annoyed me that she was already there when I came home from a long trip.

I wasn't lying about how things have been good between us. They've been really good up until the last three or four days. I think today is the fourth. I honestly don't even know anymore.

I have something fucking important to tell him. Yet,  I can't get two words in before I get cut off by him leaving the room or scoffing. It's like the sight of me disgusted him.

I wanna know what I did that was awful to be treated this way.

I'm sitting at the kitchen island, reading emails on my laptop when Dallon walks behind me and doesn't acknowledge my presence, and I do the same. I continue to look at the screen and sip my ice tea like no one even walked into the room. If he wants to be fucking petty then so can I.

I hear him go through the fridge, close it and walk back into what used to be our room, and closes the door.

I sigh and nearly leap from the barstool when Rylee jumps in front of me.

"RAWWWWR DADDY!" She giggles at my reaction.

She was dressed in her lion costume and held the tail between her small fingers while bouncing on the balls of her feet. I know she was excited for tonight.