Six Years

My Worst Nightmare

I was eagerly waiting for Michael to come off his flight. He was returning home from a 6 month deployment. I had exciting news for him. I was standing by baggage claim when I saw his fluffy brown hair, and his tired but sparkling brown eyes. I smiled so big and ran into his arms. I could sense he was smiling. "Welcome home." He kissed my cheek. "Good to be home." He collected his bags and turned to me. He looked down at my belly that was much bigger from the time he left. He looked back up at me with such confusion. "Are you pregnant?" I nodded and wrapped my arms around him. "Yes." I rubbed my nose against his cheek. He was curious. "How long?" I told him in between kisses. "Six. Months." His mood changed so fast. He pulled away and with such sincerity he scolded me. "That's not mine."

My heart sank. "W-what?" He shook his head in disappointment. "That. Is. Not. Mine." A hard knot built in my throat. I tried convincing him it was his. "It is yours. Babe please. We've been wanting a baby for so long." He scoffed. "There's no way in hell it's mine. I never finished." He huffed. "You've been with someone else." My eyes started to water. "I-I'd never."
He turned away from me. "Let's go home." Our journey home was dead silent. It worried me.

When we got home we barley walked in when he turned and started yelling at me. "You couldn't wait six months for me to please you?! You had to go screw some other guy?!" I started crying. None of it was true. "Please, I beg you. The baby is yours." His anger grew more intense it scared me. He's never been like this. "You're lying! Who is he!?" I didn't answer him and it was a mistake not to. He took a handful of my hair and forced me to look at him. "Who is it?" Tears were running down my cheeks continuously. I tried speaking the best I could. "I-It's-s y-you." In anger he threw me back and I landed on the couch. He stormed around the living room; huffing. He grabbed my favorite of our wedding photos and threw it against the wall. The glass shattered and fell to the floor. He threw it so hard the wall cracked. "Does our marriage mean anything to you!?" I looked at him. "Yes." He scoffed and shook his head. "No it doesn't and you have a damn belly to prove it!" I was fed up with his tantrum. I went for my keys to leave and let him cool off, but he grabbed my arm. "Oh you're not leaving until you tell me who you've been whoring around with." I struggled pulling away from his grasp but when I pulled back, I stumbled and slipped on the broken glass hitting my head on the coffee table. Everything went black.

I woke up in the hospital a few days later with stitches and bruises. After waking up and done being checked out by the doctors I read a letter that was left for me. It was left by him.

Cheating Ex-Wife,
I hope you're happy now. By the time you get home I'll be gone. Spend the rest of your life with the baby's father. I'll be sending you divorce papers soon. Keep the house and your car since we paid those in full. You made a promise to me the day we married, and you broke it. I hope you suffer for cheating on me. I want nothing to do with you. Give my hate to your lover.
           Your Faithful Ex-husband,
                             Michael

I cried hard. He left me. He left his baby, his daughter. He left his family behind and didn't even consider that the baby was his.