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Running on E🪫

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Berlin and I have been together since our junior year in college, I've known this man since kindergarten so I knew him and everything about him to the T.

Or so I thought...

Lately, Berlin has been very distant, he hasn't been this distant since college, and even then it was never this bad. This was a non-normal kind of distance, something I never would've expected from my husband, and this was not only unusual to me but it was also suspicious.

"How did you get that way?"

Every time I look at him or even speak to him (which we barely do anymore) he's either too caught up on some bullshit on his phone or he just seems very "mind quiet" in a way, which is normal but not when you can't even look nor speak to your wife.

Berlin was always very affectionate and always displayed all 5 love languages with me. words of affirmation, acts of service, gift giving, physical touch, and the one I crave the most; quality time.

There was a familiar feeling that greeted me every time I failed at distracting my mind, My conscience has been eating me alive these past few weeks, I keep having dreams of infidelity, or another woman whose face I can't see, but her voice- something about all of this is familiar. it's gotten to the point where I can't eat or sleep, but Berlin doesn't care and it's obvious.

"How did it get this way?"

I decided to finally confront and face the problem, I didn't want to believe anything was going on with anyone else, but I just can't shake this; vile cruel, and familiar feeling.

I made my way to the bedroom of our beautiful shared home in hopes of seeing Berlin, but as suspected he wasn't there. I took a deep breath before making my way downstairs to the living room, and there he was sitting at his desk on that damn phone.

"Baby," I called out for him but was greeted with nothing but silence, I sighed in return I hated repeating myself, and not only that but I was right in front of this man. Am I really that invisible?

"Berlin can I talk to you for a minute?" I called out for him again but this time gently tapping his chest with the back of my hand.

"What do you need to talk to me about y/n? And Stop tapping me like that, that shit hurts." He snapped in a nonchalant tone without looking up from his phone.

This nigga is dramatic as hell, I barely even touched him I rolled my eyes and let out a deep exhale before responding.