Callie

Chapter One.

"Come on, Phil, this is the first time we've been home alone in Months. Please, please ask if you can take time off, just for the night." I plead, following my husband of three years to the front door, helplessly watching as he slips on his shoes.
"I'm sorry love. I can't. We need the money, now more than ever. You'll be fine by yourself." Phil mumbles, his hair falling in front of his face so I can't make out his expression.
"That's all I ever am these days, Phil!" I say, exasperated. "Callie's either at school, or a friends, and you're always at work or reminiscing with college comrades or some bullshit. I'm always here by myself and I'm sick of it. We almost never spend time together anymore." Phil finally looks up, but his eyes are dark.
"We Would be spending more time together if you wouldn't have gotten yourself fired." His tone was harsh, something I've grown quite accustomed too lately.
"I got fired because I was protecting someone I Loved! They were calling you names and I couldn't stand it. What was I supposed to do?" My frustration was evident in my voice as I made no attempts to hide it.
"Let it slide. Hang up. I'm a grown man, I can handle being called ugly, believe it or not. I appreciate the fact that you were trying to help, but now I'm the only one bringing in a steady income and we can barely pay rent, let alone for food and new clothes for Callie."
"I still do YouTube, which I make money off of." I pout, crossing my arms and staring at my feet.
"Oh, come off it. Dan, that was something we did before we had a child to think about. We were getting enough in to take care of ourselves, but we Needed the Dj job. Especially after we got married and adopted Callie. YouTube is in the past, Dan. You're an adult, whether you want to be or not. You have a family and you're not providing for them." My jaw dropped.
"So you're saying I do Nothing for this family? That I'm useless just because I don't have a Dj job anymore? Last time I checked, Im the one spending time and actually Raising our daughter. Not you. If it weren't for me, I bet she wouldn't even know you're name."
Phil went silent, staring blankly at the wall behind me. I gnawed at my lip instantly regretting what I said.
"Phil I-"
"I think we should get a divorce."
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I built upright in bed, sweat sliding down the back of my neck as I pant. That same stupid nightmare, I think bitterly, rubbing my face.
For the past 6 months, my dreams have been plagued with that awful memory.
My wandering eyes find a picture frame on the wall, one I'd procrastinated taking down for my own selfish reasons. It was a photo of Phil and I, with his arm around me. We were both smiling, his cheeks tinted red from the sun and my hair curly and wind tossed.
I sigh. We were so happy then. What happened?
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Pester me enough at 4 am and I'll write a story for you too
But yeah
My best friend asked and she's done a shit ton of me sooooooooo