Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Protocol

You look at your family confused until your older sister raised her hand to wipe your face and your head drooped forward as you realized that you were crying. You mumbled some stupid excuse to leave the table, telling them to let you handle this, and went upstairs and started packing a bag as tears continued to stain your face. Eventually, you finished packing and the moment your hand touched the door to open it, someone on the other side of it barges into the room and you wiped your eyes to see your husband not looking at you but at the bag in your grasp.

He goes to take the bag from your hand but your grip on the straps of the duffel bag tightens and move it closer to your body. The hurt look that was now chiseled on his face provoked the simmering anger to flare as you asked him: "Why did you go after her? Do you regret marrying me? Is the age gap? What is it, Michael? Because I really don't know what I did to you or your mom. I thought you already told them about us getting married. What is it! Are you ashamed of me? Of us? Tell me, which is it? Oh my God! Are you still in love with her?" He stayed silent, confirming the doubts that were swirling around in your head. Fuck this. This wasn't what you signed up for.
More tears pooled in your eyes as you asked him more questions that hurt more to ask than the other ones, your voice breaking with each question asked. "If I walked out the door, would you even notice I'm gone? Would you? If I walked out the door, would you care enough to follow? Huh? Would you? Would you even miss me at all? Answer me, would you Michael?"
His lips parted as if he was going to say something, but no words left them. You scoffed, heartbroken and walked towards the door but before leaving the room, you said one last thing to him. "You promised to catch me when I fell. You lied."

The memory of you leaving the man that promised to love and protect you for the rest of your days together, hurt beyond belief and it hurt because you thought he was the one for you. Cliché, yes, but the feeling of being second place to the love of your life? That shit obliterates your heart and soul, leaving you wondering if you'll ever forgive or move on or even be the same person you were when you met them. You had no idea why, but it felt like he'd been hiding who he was the entire you've been together, and to suddenly announce that he has a husband at a family dinner that was supposed to be as normal as it could be, given the fact that some people were completely in the dark about your relationship with Michael.

He'd been trying to get a hold of you ever since you left three days ago, and you were still hurting over the conversation you'd had the morning after the fight.

Two days ago... calls in lowercase

"Hey. I didn't think you'd pick up..."

"Believe me, I definitely thought about letting it go to voicemail, again, but I have a feeling you'd just leave a shit ton of messages I didn't wanna hear. why did you call?"

"I, uh, I think, I think I owe you an explanation. If you're willing to listen. It's just, this is hard for me, and I don't even know where to start or how to fix this, fix us, ya know?"

"Start talking or I'm hanging up. Actually, I have no idea why I'm even letting you explain because YOU are the one that lied about us, about me to your whole family! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just end this because I definitely did not sign up for bullshit like this when I married you."

"I, you have to know that I didn't invite Evie. Okay? I swear that I didn't know that my mom would do something like that,"

"Look, I'm gonna stop you right there. I don't care that you didn't know that she was gonna be there. I don't care that your parents and maybe even your siblings now hate me. I don't fucking care about what they think of me because it isn't them I'm married to, okay? Do you know how much it hurt to see you run after her while I was dying inside because you made someone else your priority. You made a vow to me that I would always be your number one and you fucking threw that away. I'll come home when I feel like I'm ready to see you again. If not, I hope that you aren't there if I decide to come home. Don't call me again."