Finally

Part 1: Behind the Door

Walking down my hallway, my shoulders slag and my chest feels heavy. Stomach piercing it's angered pain into my navel, I set my bag on my bed.

I had reclaimed my bedroom before Mina left.

Residing in my living room was quickly becoming tiresome. No privacy.

Not that I needed it.

"I should probably go."

"Okay."

"Night"

"Night...Night."

"You said that."

It has already been a long day and frankly a disappointing one at that.

I expected more from him.

Hell!

I think he expected more from himself.

But why am I not surprised.

The man who comes up with ridiculous, fast thought out plans- came up with diddly squat.

I'm not saying I'm angry at the fact that for the last two years of this charade- doing things for him, saving his arse, his little romantic quips that he just THROWS OUT THERE AND NEVER ACTS UPON THEM-HAS FINALLY BOILED DOWN TO A BIG WASTE OF MY BLOODY TIME!

Huhhhh....

I'm sorry.

Truly.

You have to understand that I have put up with so much from this man.

His defiance alone is enough to drive a woman mad.

And it had!

But that damn wedding band of his.

Grrrrruh!

The thing that ticked me off the most- do you want to know what that was?

The thing that ticked me off the most about tonight is that, I could have just came home and relaxed and not even gone out of my way to see that bloody bastard. I'm tired! My stomach aches horribly- and yet I chose to go see him. I chose to search him out at the damn hospital at 10:00 at night because after all his adorable and sweet voicemails- which who leaves voicemails instead of a text these days? I thought seeing him would give me what I was waiting for this whole time.

Romantic Acknowledgment.

Instead. Hmmph...

Instead, he told me he was freaking out over losing his wedding band. A wedding band he should have taken off at least a few months ago when he came to the realization of his feelings for me.

I get it.

I do.

When you lose someone you love- you don't want to let them go. You cling to something of meaning and remembrance. I did the same with my engagement ring from Mo. It took me a good year to let him go.

So I've been patient with Max.

As patient as anyone can with a man like him.

However- when I found out he was with that woman last year- I nearly lost it.

I mean come on!!

Had I not been there for him?

Had I not consoled him and looked after him from his cancer to his wife's death?!