Life after the War

All alone

It's been three days since George had left. It's been tough. It felt like the hole in my chest from Fred's and my dad's and everyone else's death had just expanded. I was a crying mess. I had used up five boxes of tissues. 

The day after he left, I was in shock and in denial. I kept thinking that he would walk through the door. But he didn't. I'm still waiting for him to come home. I never wanted him to leave. I didn't want him to walk out that door and leave me here with our baby. 

The second day that he was gone, was a sob fest. I did nothing but cry. I cried when I ate food, I cried when I took care of Adam, I even cried in my dreams. Although, those were more like nightmares. Every night it was the same dream. George would be with some faceless girl, holding hands. The girl would always having a bulging belly, showing that she was going to have a baby. 

The third day, and final day, which also happened to be today, was awful. If he doesn't show up by tonight...then that means we're through. I hate not having him here. Adam needs a father. I grew up without one until I was almost finished with school. I'm not going to have my child grow up without his father like this. 

Crack!

I jumped up from the couch, turning around to see George standing there. I felt a bubble of happiness wash over me. When he looked at me, all I could see was sadness. 

I walked around the couch and towards him slowly. He grinned down at me, his arms outstretched to hold me. 

I brought my arm back and slapped him, leaving a red mark on his cheek. George grabbed his hurt cheek. 

"How dare you walk out on us!" I yell at him, pointing a finger his way. "I've been sitting here for three days wondering if you were ever going to come home. You can't just walk out on your family like that George!" Tears clouded my vision. 

"I know and I'm so-"

"I don't want to hear excuses, George." I said weakly. I closed the gap between us by wrapping my arms around his waist. "You can't just do that." I felt him put a hand on top of my head. He rubbed my back.

"I'm sorry, Lexi. I shouldn't have done it. It was the biggest mistake I've ever done, Lex. I'm so sorry." His voice cracked and he started crying. I pulled away to look at him. 

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean, Georgie?" I ask. But George just shook his head. My heart started thumping against my chest, and I was scared that he could hear it. "What do you mean 'mistake'?" I asked again. But yet again, he just shook his head. 

"That night I left, I went over to Angelina's house. She was drunk and offered me some Firewhiskey and we..." He broke off. My heart dropped down into my stomach as I replayed the words he just said in my head. "I'm so sorry. I-I-I was drunk and stupid and I was ashamed of it to even see you for three days. Please forgive me, Lexi. Please. I'm so sorry for doing it." George pleaded with me. 

I wiped the tears that had fallen down my face. I brought George back into a hug and let him cry on my shoulder. I rubbed his back as he let go of all of his emotions. "It's okay, Georgie. I forgive you." I whispered. 

Was I mad at him for cheating on me? Hell yeah I was. But I haven't seen him cry like this ever since Freddie died. And seeing him break down just made me feel bad for him. He's gone through a lot of shit lately and I couldn't just leave him. He's my husband and I love him. Of course, I'll have to talk to Angelina tomorrow about doing it with my husband. I wasn't really mad at her. She was drunk and she didn't know what the hell she was doing. 

I'm just happy to have my George back.

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