I always watched my husband run and leave, always standing me up. Making me chase him. Going away and just disappearing without a trace.
But whenever he came back, I was here. Standing, staying and waiting. All I could ever remember from our marriage is that I was there. And always, was he not.
That may be an exaggeration but most days with his absence, I felt worse. Moved by anxiety, as I tried to place my thoughts somewhere, anywhere. Just to fill the void he leaves behind.
Sometimes, I feel alone in our marriage. Because he's nowhere to be found. I can't even count how many times people have asked me what happened to him. Wondering about the state of our marriage.
I wonder that too.
It's frustrating, to be honest. But I loved him so much and I knew he needed help but maybe some part of me knew... Some part of me knew that I couldn't help.
Maybe that's why I was brought to this moment.
Maybe...
That's why I'm here right now.
He invited me out on a date. He's here again. We were having fun.
I was with my husband and I couldn't be happier.
He was here.
And then he starts running away.
One comment.
One comment was all it took for him to be gone.
I watched the life drain from his eyes. And I was all alone again.
All the joy and the enjoyment, just... up and gone.
The time we spent together while he was here amounted to nothing.
I couldn't help it. But I salted my steak with my own tears.
My husband is gone again and I don't know when he's coming back.
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Etched in Parchment
Short StoryA collection of short stories with underdeveloped plots that have lingered in my head. Better get them out now before I drop dead. If you'd like a quick read or something to cringe at then this is just for you. Much love my sweets. Etched in Parchme...
