The time comes for each marriage to have a road bump. A hurdle. A mountain, that seems unavoidable, and when divorce seems inevitable, that is when you need to keep an open mind. When the holy matrimony the both of you were tied together with, starts to unravel, but in one swift action can be ripped at the seams, that is when you need faith in each other. Then is when you need to find confidence in each other. Fight for each other. Love for each other.
The turmoil started in August, and it wasn't the turmoil that you can take lightly, this turbulence was heart wrenching. As each treacherous day passed me by, I felt a part of my heart being crushed under his steel capped boots, and a piece of him drifted away into the nothingness of the miscommunication that has become our lives.
He came home late on Friday, I know for a fact that he finishes at around six o'clock and his office is only fifteen minutes away. I hadn't worked that day, I went for a check-up, and the news I was burdened with that day gave me enough suicidal thoughts on its own; it was something I couldn't take on my own. I needed to tell him, and he wasn't there...a life-changing piece of information that I wasn't sure how he would take.
I didn't have a specific schedule that I followed, although I liked everything the right way, and this new information that I was plagued with, was like an explosion to my delicate house of cards. A wrecking ball to my carefully planned out life.
My thoughts were put on hold and forgotten by David, the 'love-of-my-life' then, crashing through the door like a twister. I stood up, and cautiously walked over to him. When I finally reached him, I could instantly smell the liquor heavy on his breath. Only now after living together for almost three years, have I realised how much taller he is than me. With the cold demeanour he was providing, at that moment I recognised that this was not the same man I married those few years ago.
