Forever Yours

Forty-Two

"That sounds really extreme, Anna. Are you sure?" he looks over at me with wide eyes.

I sniffle, shrugging. "I don't know. I love him, so much still. I just don't think we're ever gonna get better. I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel." I say, shaking my head. "We've been fighting for months, Mark." I cry out. "The only time we're not fighting is when he's away, and then when he's here we're fighting because he's away so much."

Mark says nothing, keeps his eyes on the road. I look over at him, his knuckles are white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel. He has his opinion on this. He just won't tell me what it is. I don't think I'd want to hear it anyway.

I wipe at my eyes and close them, leaning my head back against the seat. I stay like that the entire way home.

***

"Thank you for the ride." I say once we've pulled up to the driveway.

I see Juan's car is here and feel a slight relief to know he didn't actually take my word and go back to the restaurant for that waitress. I didn't think he'd actually do it, but knowing with certainty that he didn't makes me feel a little better.

Joel is coming out of the house right as I unbuckle myself. I give Mark a hug, and he squeezes me tightly. "Call me later, okay? I'm gonna worry if you don't." he kisses my hair, and my eyes sting with tears again.

"Okay." I nod, wiping at my eyes. "Thank you again. Love you."

I open the door and Joel gives me a smile. "Are you guys good?" he asks, sounding concerned.

"I'll call you guys later." I tell him. "How was Santos?"

He nods slowly. "Good. He was good. I gave him the bottle you left in the fridge. He's down for the night I think. His monitor is on the island."

"Good. That's good. Thank you." I give him a quick hug. "I'll talk to you guys later." I wave at Mark and make my way towards the front door.

The relief I felt to know Juan was home immediately leaves my body as I see the vase that's been thrown onto the floor and shattered into pieces. Juan is storming off and I run after him, shaking my head.

"Estas loco?!" I shout. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I grab his arm, making him stop in his tracks so that he'll turn to look at me before going out to the backyard.

He yanks his arm out of my grasp, his face as red as I've ever seen it, his eyes filled with rage. "I'm tired!" he shouts. "I'm so fucking exhausted of having the same conversation over and over again Adrianna!" he doesn't lower his voice, not one bit, if anything he raises it even more.

"And you don't think I'm exhausted of having to start it every time because you clearly couldn't give less of a fuck about any of it?!" tears are streaming down my face now, both from anger and sadness. "You don't care, Juan. About any of it. It all goes in one ear and out the other." I wipe at my cheeks violently, my voice shaking. "I'm tired too."

He throws his hands up in the air, shaking his head. "Then let's end it! Stop making this a big deal, Adrianna. All celebrity couples go through these same issues when they start families, why are you acting like we're too weak to handle it?" the way he looks at me, as if I'm insane for being upset right now flips a switch in me that I didn't even know existed.