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I sit on the couch scrolling through my Instagram feed, anticipating Abel's arrival. It's almost ten in the morning he should have been home like three hours ago. Why the fuck is he playing these games with me.
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I know I should be angry and Abel and not even want to see his face but I don't know for some reason he is all that's on my mind.
He is so annoying, I want to be pissed at him and ignore him but I have this urge to talk to him and I don't know why. As much as his betrayal and lies hurt I love him and I'm going to forgive him. I actually so whipped, what the fuck.
I sigh and sit on the couch anxiously, there is nothing more nerve-racking than waiting for your husband to come home just so you can argue with him.
After some time, I get bored of sitting down idle, it's just making me keep my mind on the situation and I'm damn sure that that's not going to help anything. I get up and go to the kitchen, getting out the ingredients to make pancakes, Abel's favourite. I look at the ingredients laid out in front of my and start trying to decide if I should be the good ass wife I am and make them for him or not.
And obviously being the awesome wife I am I decide to make them for him.
As I start whipping up the ingredients I hear the front door open, telling me that Abel is home. I look at the Philippe on my wrist to see that it's almost eleven and I roll my eyes, he literally is crazy if he thinks coming home at this time, under these circumstances in appropriate.
I hear Abel call out for me but I obviously ignore him. He starts walking around, I'm assuming looking for me. I proceed to ignore him then my clumsy ass drops the glass mixing bowl causing it to smash. "Shit." I groan as I bend over to start picking up the large glass pieces.
Abel runs in seconds after and walks in, "Are you ok?"
I ignore him and proceed to clear up my mess, he gets on his knees and starts helping me and I instantly snap at him, "Did I ask for your help? No. Because I don't want it."
