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"I'm leaving you."The plastic bottle I had been washing, slips from my soapy fingers and splashes in the sink water.
I wasn't sure why I was so surprised or so hurt. The past couple months of our marriage, heck even since the day we were first dating, has been rocky. I think maybe I was hoping that having Evie would change his mind about our marriage and having kids.
"Did you hear me, Juliet?" He says louder.
"Yes," I whisper.
He huffs out his breath frustrated. I know he's standing right behind me with his arms folded over his chest with a look of annoyance plastered on his face.
"I just want you to know it's not me, it's you." He says, beginning to tap his foot on the pristine white tile of the kitchen I had cleaned just before he got home. "I haven't loved you for a long time. You've let yourself go and still haven't worked off that fat you gained after having your kid. I told you that I wasn't going to support you if you had kids and you didn't work off all that excess–."
I whirled around, feeling the anger boiling.
"You're my husband. Evangeline's your daughter too. Don't you dare treat her like she's nothing." I point my finger at him to which he responds by rolling his eyes as he swats my hand away.
"I want a divorce. I've already got the paperwork from my lawyer." He announces like it's the weather. He pulls out his phone, losing the irritated expression and instead just looks bored. "I have to leave for a business conference in Miami for the weekend. I expect all of the kid and your belongings to be gone and out by the time I get back. Don't make this difficult. You've already made this a terrible marriage. I'd rather not have a messy divorce as well. Sign the papers and leave."
I just watch feeling numb with my mouth agape as he grabbed his briefcase and coat and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
I jumped at the noise and ran to go check on Evie.
While this house was massive, it never seemed like a home to me. The place was too white, too pristine to be natural. Besides, Josh had always tried to drill into my brain that this house would never be my home even though we were married.How drastically different Josh is now from when we first met.
I reach her nursery room and quietly open her door. She's still sleeping soundly in her crib, swaddled. She's still a newborn and has a wacky sleep schedule, but thankfully she sleeps most of the day away. Evangeline, or Evie as I like to call her, came as a surprise to both of us.
Josh and I had been dating for 4 months when I found out. I had just started the Fall semester and Josh was improving the business and traveling constantly. I had been throwing up for a week and just felt...different. Josh was going to be back the next day from his 2 week conference in Miami, so I had decided not to tell him I wasn't feeling good until he was back. I had been picking up some Tylenol and other over-the-counter drugs when I decided to throw in there a pregnancy test.
I was terrified, but also excited. Josh had told me he didn't want to have kids and especially didn't want me to have kids, so my body wouldn't "get fat". I was hoping the news of our first baby would make him happy and change his mind. Instead, when I sat him down on the couch and told him, he blew up on me.
He started yelling about how he doesn't want to be a father, doesn't want a kid messing up his life, and doesn't want me to get fat. He walked out of the house and left me crying on the couch. He stayed gone for the rest of that night and half of the next day. He came back apologizing and said that we had to get married, so we did. We said our vows on September 10th and had Evie on June 5th. I dropped out of Juilliard so I could take care of Evangeline. Josh said that he couldn't afford taking care of both of us, so I started working as a waitress to make ends meet for us. I feel a sudden longing for home, my real home where my parents are with absolutely no idea what's happening here.
Evie starts to wiggle around a little more so I pick her up and cradle her in my arms. Rocking her gently, she stopped fussing and pushed herself more into my chest. I looked down at her peaceful face. Her orange hair was beginning to look more red, matching her slightly rosie cheeks and porcelain skin. Her eyes were still bluer than the sky when she opened them.
I knew Josh wasn't a good father or husband, and I should've known when he wasn't even that great of a boyfriend most of the time. He hardly ever came to the prenatal appointments, and when he did come, he sat in the car outside. He missed the birth of our baby because he was "too busy" and two months after having Evangeline, he's not only kicking me out but our little girl. I was sick of the way he treated Evie and me. I certainly do not want my daughter to grow up with that man as her father or have him in her life at all.
Feeling a new sense of determination, I walk over to the landline I had set up in the hall outside the nursery. Still cradling a now sleeping Evie close, I dialed the one person I knew I could trust to help my daughter and me.
"Mom? It's Juliet."
Excited chatter starts from the other side. After a few minutes, she calms down. We begin talking about me visiting and coming down for a week or two. I don't tell her why, deciding that I should just wait till I'm there to tell her. After a few more minutes of catching up we say our goodbyes and I hang up the phone. Evie must've woken up hearing her grandma on the phone and wanted to see what all the excitement was. Her crystal blue eyes stare up at me sleepily and she lets a little yawn escape her mouth. I lean down and kiss her forehead.
Whispering, like we're sharing a secret I tell her, "Baby, looks like we're going home."
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