Call me Duchess

Aftermath

Every moment at home since the night out with bloomy has been strange. It's been 3 days now and my husband and I are like passing trains in the night. It isn't completely abnormal for us to be out of sync for a few days, however we won't be together this weekend so I'd hoped he and I would spend more time together, as we usually do. Besides, he knows how I feel about my mother. Wednesday night I manage to catch him working late in his office. I grab my rob and wrap myself before walking into his office.

"Hey, you. Working late aga—" I'm interrupted by him slamming his laptop closed quickly. He glared up at me from his desk for just a millisecond long enough for me to catch it before he plastered a smug grin. Someone is in a mood.

"Forgive me, Duchess. I have fallen behind on some important work. You know how it is." He stands and walks over to me. "you're up late as well. Something on your mind?" He says as he wipes a stray hair from my face. Of course, you're not in bed with me, and you're hiding something. "Just missing you, love. We've barley spent more than a few minutes together since Monday. I'm going to be away this weekend and we usually come together more when were are to be apart for a few days." I grab hold of his hand and lace my fingers with his. He looks me in the eyes before kissing my forehead and responding, "I'll just be a little while longer, then I am all yours." I don't respond. Just a small nod then I head back to the bedroom. I stop in the doorway and look over my shoulder at him. he's watching me walk away, but it doesn't feel the same. I turn my head and leave. I want to scream. Once I'm out of his line of sight I go to the kitchen a pop open a bottle of wine. The remainder of that night is spent stalking Denise on Instagram from a fake account I made. Michael never came to bed.

Thursday morning it rained. I felt a bit of piece knowing that the weather matched how I felt on the inside. Mother nature had finally left, and I was incredibly horny. I dare not press my husband about it. I arrive on campus at my usual time and commence the mundane principle bs. Every once in a while, bloomy would check in on me. she never did that before, but I feel closer to her and frankly I wasn't okay. Between the sleepless nights, and agonizing feeling that I'm forgetting something, I've been a little on edge. I lean back in my seat and roll my neck slowly. Clockwise then counterclockwise. Denise, should I reach out to her? Is that what I'm forgetting? Hell no, that would be stupid. I begin to bounce my leg up and down as I contemplate my every thought. Whatever it is I hope it doesn't come back to bite me in the ass.

Once the final bell rang, I found myself not wanting to go home. I needed to clear my head and release this tension; however, my husband and I are out of sync, and I have got to stay away from, her. I call my good friend Ellen and we plan to head to the gym together after work. I head home to change and grab my work out gear and thankfully my husband isn't home. About 30 or so minutes later we head her gym.