Raine and her Storm

anguish and frustration

Discovering Carter cheating was a gut-wrenching, heart-shattering moment. The initial shock quickly gave way to a seething anger and a feeling of betrayal that consumed me entirely. As I confronted him, the emotions boiled over, and words turned into shouts. The air in the room felt charged with tension, and I could see the guilt in his eyes, mixed with defiance. All the trust and love we had shared seemed to crumble in an instant, replaced by an overwhelming sense of injustice.

I couldn't contain my fury, and in the heat of the moment, a fight erupted. It was a chaotic blur of emotions, with yelling and pushing, fueled by pain and anger. It was a deeply regrettable and tumultuous response to a painful revelation, one that would leave scars not only on my heart but also on the relationship that was now irrevocably shattered.

The anger pulsating through my veins urging me to move rather then stay in bed with that man. Hearing him yell out her name while he finished pleasing himself and not me was something that is now etched into my brain. At 25 I figured I would have my life together. The husband, the home, a hopefully the kids. Now I have four wasted years, and only have one friend I was allowed to keep. I can't believe I just wasted four years of my life on a man who can't tell a whore from his fiancé.

" Raine for the love of god let me explain, please"

I spun on my heel swinging my body around to face the revolting man in front of me, while holding a shirt to my chest was the utmost humiliating thing I've ever done.

"Why, why should I even allow you to fucking breathe in my direction"

I all but yelled, my face soaked with tears and my hair a complete mess from the situation. My heart slowly hurting more and more as he tried to find the words, if only he knew the right words to say. His voice, which had often been used to assert dominance and superiority, now wavered with uncertainty. He begged, not out of genuine remorse, but rather as a last-ditch effort to regain control and manipulate the situation to their advantage. His words were a mixture of flattery, false promises, and feigned vulnerability, carefully chosen to prey on the emotions of those they sought to beguile.

In their moment of begging, the narcissist's ego hung in the balance. They played the role of a victim, painting a tragic picture of their life without the person or thing they desired. But beneath the surface, their motives remained self-serving, driven by a desperate need for validation and admiration.

It was a pitiable sight, to witness him reduced to begging, a stark reminder that even the most self-absorbed individuals can find themselves humbled by the consequences of their actions. Yet, for those who had been entangled in his web of manipulation, it was an opportunity to see through the facade and make a choice based on their own well-being, rather than being ensnared once again in his web of deceit.

"Tell me Carter. Did her tits bounce when she was on top of you or did she just give you good head. Please tell me, cause I just gotta know here."

My heartbreak turning to anger, and my embarrassment turning my answers to daggers. My hands found the sleeves of my shirt while my eyes stared into his, looking for any sign of guilt. All I see in place is void sage green eyes unable to possess the slightest emotion. A void of a man with no mind and a little boy trapped inside not understanding how to grow.

With no words coming or forming from his lips my heels spun me around and headed towards the laundry room grabbing the closest jeans I could find.

I should have listened to everyone who told me most college relationships don't last, but who am I kidding I'm just a girl who was blinded by love and adoration. Feeling cold fingers latch around my arm bringing me out of my mindless state I once again whip my head around to see him standing there, but now with a look of pity and hurt.

"Babe I'm sorry, you know I'm sorry can't you see it. It was just an accident, I slept with her when you went to see your mom back in Chicago, you know I love you right"

For a minute he had me in the first half, but then coming to realize my mother lives in fucking Toronto. Not some bullshit Chicago any and all respect I had for him was gone not to mention the disappointment I was feeling in myself for wasting time on a so called man like him.

"She lives in Toronto you waste of breath"

I turn on my heel and make my way downstairs but not before I let a few tears escape down my flush cheeks in hopes of what had just happened wasn't real. The reality of it was it was real, and raw and it was time to go.

As I walk down the hallway of our grey bleak walls missing of any art. I see the house as an outsider for a minute. this was set up to look like a show home of sorts, not a livable warm home. It was cold and dark, it sucked out your hope. It was not where I should be. I grabbed my one pair of black loafers and my bag, making my way to a world where I was no longer engaged.

As I walked away, my steps seemed heavier than usual, burdened by the weight of my shattered heart and smoldering anger. My pace was brisk, fueled by an inner fire that had been stoked by betrayal and disappointment. Each step echoed the resounding cracks in my spirit, a stark contrast to the confident stride I once had.

My face, a canvas of anguish and frustration, bore the scars of countless tears wiped away in private moments of despair. Angry lines etched across my forehead, and my eyes, once bright with hope, were now clouded with a mixture of pain and fury. My clenched fists were a physical manifestation of the rage boiling within me, as I fought to contain the tempest of emotions threatening to consume me.

With each footfall, the world around my seemed to blur, my surroundings mere background noise to the tempestuous storm raging within. The people passing by couldn't see the tempest I carried, the betrayal that had left her so utterly broken. But they could feel the intensity of my energy, the palpable anger and heartache that radiated from my presence.

As I continued to walk away, my silhouette dissolved into the distance, a testament to the indomitable spirit that refused to be defeated. Broken and angry, I was also resilient, determined to rebuild my shattered self, and perhaps, one day, find a way to mend the fragments of my wounded heart.