Jackie Simmons
"Olivia, how come every time I call you, you never answer?" I asked, crossing my arms together with a frown on my face.
"I'm sorry, listen. I have something to tell you," my friend Olivia said, quietly, and I raised my eyebrows, surprised. Olivia is never quiet, and when I mean never, I mean never. My heart started beating faster, and my heartbeat got faster.
"Olivia, what's wrong?" I asked in a frenzy, sitting down so that I could hear what she was saying. We were currently at some diner that Josh liked. But today, he did not come with us because he had a game tonight with another basketball team.
"Jackie, when I tell you this, I need you to be calm. Don't panic, and please, don't get upset. Alright? I'm going to show you something, and you aren't going to appreciate it at all. But you need to know about it," my friend said, slowly. She made eye contact with me to make sure I was paying attention to her, and then she pulled a magazine out of her pocket, with a devastating image on it.
I looked closely at the magazine, and I saw the image of Brad kissing some tall girl with long, black hair and long eyelashes. In the magazine, it looked like her name was Lydia Decker.
At that very moment, my heart shattered, and all the progress and the promises I made in my head did not matter anymore. I knew that Brad could be cheating and this was just my wake up call. As if it were instinct, my eyes started to get teary, and I tried to run from the table, but Olivia stopped me.
"There's good news and bad news. The good news is that this picture was taken about two months ago. That was when you and Brad's relationship was really bad. Bad news is we don't know if this relationship is still intact or old. So, don't give up hope, Jackie. To be honest, for once I have something good to say about your husband. I don't think Brad is still with this girl. That's my instinct, and I always follow that," she said, in a very sentimental way.
"You think so?" I said, nearly crying.
"Yes, I think so. The only reason why I showed you this is because I did not think it would be best to hide something from you like this. Actually, I have had this magazine for about three weeks to a month. I would have kept it from you longer, but I felt like now was the time to speak up," I heard my friend stress to me.
It's bizarre how you can do so much for a person and later on, your kind works are still thrown in your face. I am the only one who has really labored with Brad the way I do. No one else gives the time and devotion that I give to him. Seeing that thrown in my face made me angry, and the nice Jackie who loved everyone felt so far away.
"I have to go, Olivia," I said, in a hurry. I was leaving, and I could not take this anymore. Every time my marital life was getting better, something else happened to ruin it.
"Where are you going?" She asked, worryingly.
"Home, that's where I'm going," I said, and I stalked out of the diner, stomping my feet to my car. It was raining, and everything seemed so sad. But this time, things seemed more than sad. It seemed depressing.
Hopping in my car, I broke down, crying. There was only a certain point to where I could bury my emotions but after that, the emotions just burst through without my permission, and I could no longer hide them.
When I arrived home, I walked into the house. I was soaked in the rain from outside, and I did not even bother to cook dinner. I was not in the mood for the task that seemed like it was not even appreciated. Maybe Annie would cook something today.
"Where were you?" A familiar voice asked from behind me.
"Out," I said, in a low voice.
"Out where?" Brad asked, coming closer to me. Suddenly, without warning I became angry. All of the times I buried my emotions with Brad, started to come out. All of the emotions bundled up in me from the pain of no one not caring about my efforts to make my marriage better, started to come out.
"It's not really any of your business to be quite frank with you. What I have a hard time figuring out is why you care so much about where I go. You don't love me, you never let me go anywhere, and you don't trust me to have male friends. And worst of them all, you cheated on me, and you did not even tell me. I'm sick of trying to make this marriage work if you're not even going to try with me. It seems like this is all one sided. I'm just some girl, who you control because she's deeply in love with you and can't let you go. But I'm done trying, I'm leaving. I know I said I wouldn't leave you, but you don't love me, and I think it's time to let you go," I said, with tears streaming down my face. I walked passed him, but Brad grabbed my arm as I tried go by.
"What do you mean you're leaving? That girl wasn't even as important as you were. I dated her when we first got married. This was before me and you went to any counseling," he stressed.
"However, you weren't going to tell me it ever happened. That's just being dishonest," I said, yanking my arm from his grasp. I ran up to my room to pack my clothes in a suitcase. I love Brad. I really do, but everyone knows when enough is enough. To be honest with you, I would wait for Brad for my whole life. I love him so much, and even as I packed my bags to leave, I held my wedding ring dear to me. I placed it on my finger.
"Jackie, My Child," Annie said walking into the room, "Don't leave. Are you sure, honey?"
"Annie, I can't make him love me. I am done with this. I'm done with trying to make him appreciate me and treat me with respect. I'm just a piece of dirt to him. I'm leaving," I whispered, stuffing all my dresses into my suitcase.
"Child, you are his wife, and this will tear him up. Brad may not love you, but he sure does like you. Marriage has troubles but you have to endure and keep trying," she advised, rubbing my hair.
"I'm sick of enduring," I said, and everyone knows how true that is.
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This chapter is not edited. So there will be tons of mistakes. I got ahold of Dakota and we should be back to updating Saving Jill around on maybe Saturday.
Love, China.
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