Forever with you❤️

Broken!

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Amber~

Hell! That's what my freaking life has been for the past 2 weeks! A freaking hell. Someone once said to me that I should never plan my future, my love life, my life everything in it! It never goes how you want it to be and i guess its true.

Of, course, many people out there will not agree with me and honestly, at this point, I don't care about that. Everybody has opinions and they do alter.

These past two weeks I have cried my lungs out. I was behaving like a depressed person and I think I still am.

That night after our fight, he came home late again and I was worried sick but I never showed him how displeased I was with his actions. I waited until he came back, he glanced at me and then he walked towards his room. It has become a customary routine.

Not to forget, I shifted back into my old room as he said that he couldn't inhale and exhale around me and I being a caring wife moved out. I don't want my husband to die.

I don't know why he is doing this but I didn't miss the hurt that flashed in his eyes every time he made me cry.

I don't know if I am going mad or I am just being delusional because I don't want to lose him. After all he was forced into this marriage. How can he ever love me?!

Those questions never fogged my brain until now.

Is he exhausted of me?!

"JESUS!!!! AMBER!! What in the world", Martha shouted as she saw me crouching on the kitchen ground, probably looking homeless.

"What in the world Amb-!!!", her voice faded down as she looked at my bleeding ankle.

I twisted my ankle a few days ago. I was running after Aaron because he was going office without having his breakfast. I didn't tell anyone because there was no pain but I did continue to put the pressure of my whole body on that ankle which I knew I should not be doing.

But I did anyways.

And I think after ignoring my ankle telling me to take it to the doctor and not listening to it made it worse. I think side effects are kicking now.

They arrived pretty late tbh! But heyy!

I looked at my knee and it was bleeding so much and it was a horrible sight to watch. I hissed when I attempted to shift it.

It hurts so much, but not more than Aaron.

"When did this happen?!", Martha scolded me and I glanced at her with teary eyes casting a smile.

After our fight, next day Martha came amd told me she is the head made and caretaker of Aaron. Aaron doesn't want me to do anything in his house so he called her, at least that's what I thought. He denied every breakfast I made for him, every cupcake, every coffee every bloody thing. He even told me he looses his appetite if i eat next to him. From that day I always ate in my room or alone in the kitchen sitting on the slab.

I bonded with Martha in those 2 weeks. She is an abolute sweetheart. And she calls me with so many loving names. I LOVE IT!

"It was injured a few days ago and I think it got worse.", I choked on a sob which was begging to come out.

"Oh honey! Come here!", she squatted beside me and pulled me to her chest. I tried so hard to control the tears but they still trickled like a river from my eyes.

I sware i am not a crybaby. I am not a crybaby. I just don't know how to handle emotions.

Not only i cried about my knee. I cried about everything which happened. How I couldn't tell this to anyone other than Martha made me cry. Her hugs were making me cry. Her soothing words were making me cry. I was missing my parents, which made me cry.