I flew to New York to surprise him a day early, leaving Emily with my mother and catching the earliest flight I could. Jared and I had been together for six years this October. We met through a mutual friend and had a rocky relationship from the very beginning, but ever since the day I told him that I was pregnant with Emily, he's been a great father and husband.
At four years old, she looked so much like him. He wasn't always there of course, but when he was, Jared was the best father that he could possibly be. He was always trying his best to make up for lost time. We've had our problems in the past, but he's really stepped up in the past few years.
When he's out of town, we talk daily. I know he's busy and has a tight schedule to follow, but he always manages to make time for us. I missed him terribly these past few months and couldn't wait any longer to see him. I took a cab and headed over to the hotel, excited to see him. I knew that he didn't have a show that night and thank God he always stays at the same hotel because they know me. I was able to get a spare key card and jumped on the elevator, excited to surprise him.
Making my way down the hallway, I felt bad that I didn't bring Emily. I'd have to remember to do that next time. Stopping in front of the door to his suite, I ran my fingers through my long hair and slid the card through the lock. Hearing his laugh, I grinned, closing the door behind me as I followed the laughter toward the bedroom. When I pushed the partially opened door back, the smile instantly left my face. He was laying on his side, naked from what I could see and in bed with some redhead. My mouth went dry and I felt the air leave my lungs. She looked at me and sat up, pulling the sheet over her naked chest.
He jumped up. "Oh shit!" He leaned down, reaching for his pants as I turned and stormed out of the bedroom. I rushed out of the expensive hotel suite in shock and not even bothering to close the door behind me. I raced into the hallway as he ran behind me, calling my name and trying to keep up. He attempted to pull on a shirt while chasing me, demanding that I stop. The tears fell down my face as I stood in front of the elevator. I repeatedly pressed the button and he grabbed my arm, spinning me around. I couldn't even look at him, so I stared down at the floor.
I tried to talk, but couldn't even form words. I was utterly crushed. He rambled on as he tried to pull me back to the suite. "Just give me a minute! I'm so sorry. I fucked up. Oh God!" The sheer magnitude of this life altering event obviously hit him hard as he raised his hands to his head. "Let's talk about this!" He rambled on, looking sick.
I jerked away from him and stepped onto the elevator, watching as he stepped in with me. I felt like I was going to throw up. All I wanted was to get as far away from him as I possibly could. When the elevator door opened, I shot out, making my way toward the entrance.
Again, he grabbed my arm and I glared at him. "I will cause the biggest fucking scene that you have ever seen in your life if you don't let me go!" I knew he didn't want that and instantly released his grip.
Wiping my eyes, I slipped through the automatic doors and hailed a cab. Thank God I had cash in my wallet because I didn't want to use my credit card. I went to a hotel and got a room under a different name. What the hell was I going to do? I couldn't' live in that house with him and what about poor Emily?" I couldn't turn my cell phone off, what if my mother needed me? I knew he would call her and in return she would then call me.
I cried so much throughout the night that my eyes were swollen. My phone rang constantly and he was sent to voicemail at least a dozen times. I finally called my mother to let her know that I was okay and she informed me that he called her. I didn't tell her the whole story, but I was sure she was able to put it together. After hanging up with her, I found a flight for the next day. I just wanted to get home and get our things moved out of the house before he returned.
Luckily, my flight was early in the morning and by three in the afternoon I was heading straight to my mothers. My brother went with me to the house to get mine and Emily's clothes and toys. I wasn't expecting Jared to already be there, but he was. He looked like he didn't sleep much either and I walked right past him into the bedroom. I opened my closet and started pulling my clothes out, tossing them on our bed. My brother waited outside just outside and I handed him as much as he could carry. I turned into Emily's room and that's when he finally spoke. "Don't take Emily away from her home. I'm sorry, I'll leave. I just don't want her to have to move."
