It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

You've Broken My Heart And Now You Leave Me

March 15th 1975

I had been up very late at night and awake very early in the morning everyday for the past 5 days. My mind was racing with thoughts. Freddie didn't love Mary anymore? I was shocked, right to the core. I thought they were made to last. But Freddie thought he was gay. How the band was going to take this, I didn't know, but I really hoped they wouldn't mind.

I hadn't spent the day with Roger in about 3 months so finally one day I asked him not to go to work so we could spend the day together and go somewhere. But of course Roger rejected my offer. "I'm just really busy in the studio and I will be for the next few weeks. I'm sorry babe." Was Rogers response. Now, on any other day, I would just brush this comment aside. However this day was different. Much different.

It had gone on too long. I was by myself with our children for three months. No help from Roger whatsoever. Jobs are important, I get that. But they're not that important, not that important that you start neglecting your family with your egoistic ways. Roger had a massive ego. It was huge. He thought he was amazing and that every one adored him. I wanted back the old Roger, the fiesty and confident but also kind and caring Roger that I know and loved. Not this new annoying Roger. So I let him have it.

"You know what Roger? Forget it. I'm sick of this. So fucking sick of it! I've been bringing these kids up alone for the past few months because you care too much about yourself that you couldn't give a fuck about what we're doing, you selfish prick! I'm sick of this Roger! It's not fair! It's so not fair and you know it! You work hard, I get that, you enjoy it, I get that! But I don't get how you just completely ignore us! I've always been there for you. I've loved you, I've picked you up when you were down, buried six feet under. And this is the thanks I get. What a selfish, non caring cunt!"

I never seen my husband's face look so hurt and dissapointed in all my life. And it stung.

"Thanks. Really thanks for that. You really just my feelings Megan. That hurts a lot. Do you know how hard I work, just so I can put food on the table and be proud of it? Do you know how much I want my kids to go to college and get a degree? Do you know how much what you said hurt me? You, you're the selfish one! You evil, hurtful bitch. You think nothing of anyone else but yourself. You only care about how you're struggling to cope. But forget about me. Sure, do that. I don't really care any more Megan. When I married you I honestly thought I was marrying a caring and supportive woman but I realised I was marrying a selfish, spiteful, jealous, evil, hurtful bitch!"

I knew he was right. But I couldn't hold it in. I felt the tears stinging my eyes. One rolled down my cheek.

"Go ahead, cry. You deserve it." Said Roger sharply before walking out of the kitchen. He stopped at the door. "I was going to ask if you wanted to move house soon. I was going to treat you to somewhere nice, somewhere I thought you deserved. Before your true colours came out and ruined it all. Have a nice life, you witch." He said. I could hear the hate in his voice.

And then he did it. The thing I never thought I would have to see him do.

My husband took his wedding ring off and fired it across the room before slamming the door behind him.

I sat on the couch and bawled for the next couple of minutes. They were full bodied sobs. My heart was completely broken and it was all my stupid fault. I hated myself for it.

After a while Roger came back into the room. I thought he was coming to apologise but he just picked Elly and Aidan up. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked. "Taking them away from you, you horrible woman. You call my mother horrible, when in actual fact, you're not far off yourself." And then he left.

After sobbing for a few hours I realised I needed to talk to someone. The first person that came to my head was Freddie but I remembered he had his own problems to deal with and I shouldn't burden him with mine. The only other person I could think of was the one person whom I really trusted no matter what. And that person was Rogers best friend: Brian May.