The Cheating Cycle

Chapter 1

I looked online for my dream house. I want a nice big house with fancy furniture, nice bedrooms and when people walk in they are instantly jealous. Right now me and my flawless fiancé, John, are living in an apartment. Yes, he has proposed which was two months ago and I feel like I am floating on cloud 9 everyday.

I think I found my dream house. It has a master bedroom that has two closets and two bathrooms. Also three additional bedrooms. One will be a guest bedroom and the other two will be for our soon to come children. After we are married of course. The first child will be named Conrad and he is going to have blue eyes and brown hair and have dimples. Our second child will be named Lily and have dirty blonde hair like myself and have blue eyes as well.

I have been perfecting my plan since Freshman year in High School. I would have a perfect boyfriend for 3-5 years before he proposes. He will be a doctor like John and my plan is so far so good.

For me I'll be a stay at home mom who focusing on school and all other activities. Conrad will play soccer and Lily will be a dancer. Both straight A students of course.

"Hello beautiful." John said sneaking up behind me. "I got you something." He pulled out a bouquet of roses.

"Exactly like the flowers for the wedding." I smelled them. Perfect. "You are wonderful." I said kissing him.

"You are welcome my incredible wife." He winked.

"I'm not your wife yet." I said back at him.

"I'm just getting ready for the future." I blushed. I got a vase and out water in it. "I have something to tell you."

"Hmmm." I said unwrapping the flowers. I looked at him. He seemed nervous.

"Please don't get mad. I know it wasn't right.." His voice trailed off. I put the flowers in and looked at him.

"What? Is it serious." I said trying to figure out the perfect place to put the flowers.

"I am cheating on you." I dropped the vase. My hands covered my mouth in shock. My heart raced. Tears came to my eyes. I bended down and stared picking up the glass.Don't hurt yourself honey." 

I came up in fury. "Don't call me honey! Why are you acting as if nothing has happened?" I threw the glass in the trashcan and stepped away. I marched upstairs. I'm leaving I told myself. The I stopped. No he is leaving. I  put my suitcase back and grabbed his. He came up.

"What the hell Lucy?" He said as i threw his clothes in his suitcase.

"I paid for this freaking house and you will get out now! Leave you cheater!" I'm not very good at yelling and I hate cursing so I suck at life- nothing feels right anymore. Why do bad things happen to good, organized people?

Welcome to my life.