A Rock An A Hard Place

The Dance we danced for so long

Ambers P.O.V

I was standing in the shower letting the hot water hit my skin and wash away the night I just shared with Dorian. The man Ive been seeing, I'm sure B knows about him but he never says. I shook the thoughts and memories out of my head and crawl into bed with B. It had been a little over a month since our latest big fight and he finally started sleeping back in our bed again a few days ago. It felt almost normal like the calm before the storm. I know I love B but I'm not in love with him anymore and things have just been complicated. This  week he kissed me really passionately last night and we made love on the couch but it was just different, almost like good-bye in a sense. I didn't feel the same after, a mix of emotions, guilt washed by confusion, yes I wanted it and him physically but I didn't feel normal. Here lately it's like we were just going through the motions. He's been trying, yesterday we attended our first couple therapy session, and he planned and cooked dinner after for me. Dorian is new and exciting, he's got some good stamina, 30 years young, tall dark, and handsome. he's from up north so it's kinda exciting with him. After B falls asleep I plan to meet up with him again, we're going to a woods party. I'm gonna drink and let loose, the things I can't ever do with B anymore, because of his past. Ive seen B at his lowest, I loved him through it, but I resent all I have to give up because of his past regrets. Because of it I had to deal with so much bullshit, with him he's never the one that cheated, Ive cheated a few times in the past Ive hid the affairs extremely, I stopped wearing my wedding rings about a year and a half ago. I got pregnant and I just got angry, I only wear them around B and his family. Ive pretty much been gone for sometime now. As soon as I had that baby out I was free, he's mad because I was going out and seeing friends, I tried really hard this time to stay faithful and make it work but one girls night I met Dorian and just like that I was hooked. Maybe I was in the wrong but I couldn't help the feeling. The feeling of being wanted, the feeling of being cared for. I didn't care much how Brantley feels right now it was goodbye last night I just can't help but feel free I looked at him, debating on if I should just leave now or wait.
I got out of bed and grabbed a bag, I shoved what clothes and necessities I could into it before leaving the bedroom. I snuck out Brantley was asleep in the bed with Barrett on his chest I just snuck out Leaving the house key on the counter, I locked the door and left I got in my suv and made the trip to Dorians not both it leaving a note for brantley it wasn't any of his business anyways.

Brantley's POV

The moment I woke up, I had this nagging feeling I couldn't find Amber after our night last night . I couldn't exactly put my finger on it, but it was bothering the living hell out of me. But what can I do? Nothing, so now all I can do is get Barrett ready while Kolby got the girls ready so we could go to the grocery store. I left for Nashville the morning after Amber just left; that was 4 months ago. Barrett was in rare form today. I got underwear on him, turned around to get pants, and a hairy little man was off like a madman. I chased him around the house in his underwear, slipping and skidding on the tile and hardwood floor. I finally busted my ass as he turned around and gave me a toothy chuckle. The little shit says, "Daddy funny."
"What the hell was that noise?" Kolby asked, coming in.
"I fell," I admitted. "I fell while trying to chase after Barrett." Barrett walked over to me, patted my head, and said, "Daddy okay, Daddy funny." I grabbed him and began my tickle assault and said, "Oh yeah? You think Daddy busting his ass..."

He burst into loud, infectious giggles as he tried to push my hands away. "No more tickles, Daddy!" he shouted, before launching a tickle attack of his own. I laughed and said, "Alright, truce! But first, you need to get dressed so we can hit the grocery store." I watched as Barrett dashed to his room, only to find him struggling with his shirt, which was on sideways, leaving his head trapped in a sleeve. I couldn't help but chuckle as I stepped in to help him out.

"Daddy, I big boy! I do it myself!" he insisted, looking up at me with determination. "Alright, buddy, but you need to put your head through this hole," I pointed out the right opening. He shook me off, declaring, "Okay, Daddy, I got it!" I watched him try again, and this time he successfully found the right hole. I clapped my hands and cheered, "Yes! You did it, little man!" as he pulled on his black jeans, complete with a shiny chain.

"You're definitely my son, looking sharp as ever!" I said with pride. He looked back at me and said, "Ball cap, Daddy! Gotta look hamsome for the ladies!" I grabbed his black ball cap from the dresser and placed it on his head. "There you go, buddy!" he exclaimed, "Dak, Daddy! I look hamsome!" I then asked him if he was ready to go.

I think it's safe to say that it's finally over between me and Amber she left this morning no note no nothing

It seems that my relationship with Amber has come to an end. She left this morning without a word or any explanation, and the silence feels deafening. Morgan was right; last night felt like our final farewell, even though we didn't acknowledge it at the time. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air, and now I can't help but replay every moment in my mind, searching for signs that I might have missed.

We share so much history together—years filled with laughter, shared dreams, and countless memories that now feel bittersweet. I remember the first time we met, the spark that ignited between us, and the way we effortlessly fell into each other's lives. We built a world together, filled with inside jokes and late-night conversations that stretched until dawn. But now, as I sit here in the aftermath of her departure, I'm left wondering if what we had was true love or just a sense of comfort that kept us together.

Did we truly understand each other, or were we simply two souls who found solace in one another's presence? I can't shake the feeling that we may have settled into a routine, a comfortable rhythm that masked deeper issues we never addressed. The thought of it gnaws at me, leaving me feeling hollow. I find myself questioning every moment we shared, every laugh, every tear—were they genuine, or were they just a product of our need for companionship?
As I sift through the remnants of our relationship, I can't help but feel a profound sense of loss. It's not just Amber I miss; it's the version of myself that thrived in our partnership. I wonder if she feels the same way, or if she's already moved on, leaving me to grapple with the echoes of what once was. The uncertainty is suffocating, and I'm left with a heavy heart, trying to make sense of it all.
In the days to come, I know I'll have to confront these feelings head-on. I'll need to find closure, to understand what went wrong and why we couldn't make it work. But for now, I'm just trying to navigate this painful reality, hoping that in time, I'll find clarity and perhaps even a sense of peace.