ethan dolan imagines

trust issues

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appreciate this photo of Ethan I found online🙏

Your POV

I come home after a long day and I slip on the couch. I haven't heard from Ethan but it was normal, he never was able to keep in touch while I was at work. The problems him and I have.

12:40am I hear a knock on the door and I get up off the couch after sleeping. I've been waiting for Ethan for a long time everyday, and I now figure out that he's been doing things I regret figuring out.

I open the door and see Ethan. His hair was a mess and his tie was a little bit messed too. I cross my arms and look at the ground. It looks obvious, and we're married.

"Work was hard," he says. He steps inside and passes me to the kitchen. I stay in my place and leaned against the wall. I slowly slid to the ground and put my legs to my chest. I hear him whistle while pulling something out of the fridge. "We had a long meeting, sorry about that," I hear.

I don't answer back, thoughts race in my mind. He walks towards me and scoffs, "are you coming upstairs?" He motions his hand towards the stairs and I shook my head. "I'll sleep on the couch."

He looks confused and squats down to my height close to me. "What's going on?"

"Why haven't you been answering my calls, my texts, or even say, 'hey beautiful' like you used to?" I feel a tear slide down my cheek. He sighs, "my phone was dead."

I look at him now. "You know you can charge your phone at work. I worry!" I whine and bury my face in my sweater. He hesitates before saying, "I know, but I don't have time in my life unlike you."

I look back down at my feet and don't answer back. Why would he dare say that? I work my ass off in the house and he never appreciates anything, he never even recognizes my presence, he's never affectionate like a long time ago. He probably has much time with his side hoe back at work. I am certain I'm not the only one. I'm not the only one he's touching, I'm not the only one he's saying "I love you" to, I'm not the only one he sleeps with. I'm in a lie. He stands up and walks upstairs, leaving me alone. "Remember to bring some blankets for the couch."

I wipe my tears and get up. I place covers on the couch and plop on it. I eat my head and think, this is my life. He's the one that handles the taxes and basically everything financial. I shouldn't argue about being distant from him. I should be lucky to live under a roof, but I want affection. I know he's cheating on me, I'm certain. He's never how he used to be, affectionate, caring, and a friend. I'm living in lies, but I need to live in it in order to sleep under a roof.

...But I wish there were no trust issues with him and I.

Hey! I hope this was ok. Thanks to whoever really still reads this lol