Eddie Munson - A Collection of One-Shots!

027. Rockstar.

"I did this for you!" He cried, in the throes of his anger, as I stood by the breakfast island, shaking my head in disagreement.

"You're never here. You're not present. I'm engaged to a fucking ghost!" I shouted back.

"What I do, puts food on the table, puts food in your stomach and keeps this roof over your head! What's the fucking problem?" He cried.

"Don't talk to me like I'm some kind of entitled housewife, because it's not just your earnings that go into this house or in that fucking refrigerator. I work too! The difference is I know what balance is!" I snapped.

"You like being away, you like being away from the responsibilities. I'm sure you enjoy being away from me that little bit more." I added.

"That's not true and that's not fair." He spat.

"Not fair? So you've not just signed for another six months away, and didn't think to talk to me about it first?" I asked.

He couldn't deny it.
But that wasn't going to stop him trying.

"You knew what you signed up for." He declared with an index finger pointed firmly in my direction.

"Oh I did. And the terms haven't been fucking met. So you can consider this as contract terminated." I said, tugging the simple, elegant engagement ring off my finger.

I set it down onto the counter and slid it across to him.

"Zadie, no." He said, suddenly sad and shocked.

"You can enjoy being a rockstar, to your hearts true content now. You no longer have to worry about coming home, you don't have to worry about me. You're a free man, Munson." I said, calmly.

"I don't want that." He bleated.

"You don't?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"No, of course not!" He cried.

"When you decide to stop acting like a single guy, maybe, just maybe, I'll consider wearing that again." I said.

"Baby..... I want you to be my wife." He begged.

"But you don't tell your soon to be wife that you're off touring the states again for six months.... After being away for a year?" I asked.

"I'm trying to earn enough to get us the life we want." He said.

"And I appreciate that. I'm earning money to do that too! But you've long forgotten what it's like to be home and present with your fiancé. You don't know how to come home and be home. You've forgotten how to want to be here with me, actually living the life you're always striving to get. We've had the money to do what we've always wanted for over a year, and it's just not enough for you. I'm not enough for you." I said.

"I never said that." He argued.

"You didn't have to." I said, sadly.

"It's over?" He asked, grief on his face.

"It's over." I said, with a steel tight resolve.

"Welcome to the bachelor life, Eddie." I added, with a shrug.

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Eddie's POV.

"Eddie, what are you doing here?"

"Hey man, any chance I can crash here?" I asked Jeff sheepishly, as I stood with a hold-all at my feet.

"Oh Jesus, what happened?" He asked, as I shuffled awkwardly.