It's Complicated

Chapter 5

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      We got home and started to unpack everything. The trip to the old house took at least two days, whenever I graduated High school, I wanted to get away from home I had grown up in. So I took the scholarship to U.K and ran with it. Once we were done unloading the bags, my husband suggested to go out to eat to Olive Garden, as our little date. We  called a babysitter and left to go. I ordered the spaghetti and my loving husband ordered salad with garlic bread. Afterwards we went to the nearest bar. We almost never went to a bar. Last time we ever drank was probably the day after our marriage. Last time we went on a date was probably two years ago, longer than our daughters been born. We went in and took a seat at the bar. We both ordered a beer and drank. Then midway threw the bottle I stopped. I couldn't drink anymore. The thoughts that crossed my mind, reminding me of terrible memories in the beginng  of my Freshman year. I tried shaking it off several times but I couldn't stop. Its almost like I fell for the trap and I cant get out. I put the bottle down and try taking deep breathes. I try to think of the present and think of my loving husband that's always there for me and our daughter, and how he even works over-time to get a bonus every month. I then think of what an idiot I look like right now. A young adult, sitting on a bar stool, hunching over, breathing in and out constantly, and tears coming through my eyelids. What really surprises me is that my husband, supposedly,  the love of m life, isn't here with me. Instead he moved down a couple bar stools just to get away from me. Maybe he doesn't want to be embarrassed by me. I sit up, take the beer in my hand, finish it off, then slam it down, making the bottle crack a little. I then walk over to my husband, who is now trying to find somebody to talk to so I don't embarrass him. I pick up his hand and pull it up over his head so everybody in the bar can see his arm. " Excuse me everybody, this is my husband that Is so embarrassed by his own wife that he tries to get away from her. THIS IS MY HUSBAND. Or now ex-husband." I finish off saying, then drop his hand. I walk away proudly. I don't turn back to face the man. I then felt a hand on my shoulder, I turn and see his angry face, he's looking down at me with his red eyes. I look right back up with a boost of confidence. Then he speaks, "I don't work over time just to get a bonus. The only bonus I'm getting is another lady, and not you. You really thought I stayed after just for work. Wow! Your pathetic. I'm glad its over." Then out of nowhere I smack him across the cheek, maybe it was a glad thing I ended it. He would've hurt our daughter in the future and me. I look at him with anger, I couldn't handle the words that had come out of his very mouth. The mouth that I kissed, I looked at whenever he talked, and the mouth that another woman has kissed and looked at whenever he talked. But that woman has never seen him say two simple words, "I do"

Authors Note: Sorry if it sucked but I had been thinking about them getting a divorce just to spice things up again. But I never thought that my mind would take myself there. Lord, I'm extremely sorry if this whole story sucks but hey its going to get a lot better. So keep reading! Peace out buttercups.