Lonely

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Demi
It's been almost a month since Wilmer told me he cheated and we found we are gonna be parents. I wish I could say things have gotten better but I'm still upset what girl wouldn't be? I'm trying my best to listen to his reasoning behind it but it doesn't make any sense, there have so many times that we have fought and I want to run off with any guy willing to pay me any attention but I don't because that's not marriage I vowed to love Wilmer and only him no matter the circumstances. I promised our family, our friends, God and myself until death do us part but I don't trust him anymore. He has been trying to suck up to me bringing me my favorite takeout, giving me back massages which he never ever does and coming home on time. I don't know if he's really changing or if he doesn't want me to get an abortion.

"Hermosa I'm home I got you that weird pink drink from Starbucks that you love" Wilmer said as he walked into their house taking off his shoes and jacket. He had a big smile on his face as he walked over to me sitting down beside me on the couch where I've been since I got home from the studio. He handed me the plastic cup with my favorite drink in it and I smiled a soft almost annoyed smile "Thanks Wilmer" I told him as I sat the drink on the coffee table. Wilmer frowned at me "when are you gonna call me your cute pet names again? It's always Wilmer or Wil now..." he said sounding upset.

I looked at him tilting my head in a sassy motion "when you earn them and stop fucking your secretary that's when Wilmer" I said in a pissed off tone between him smothering me and the pregnancy hormones I had been a bitch lately but at this point he deserved it for being a complete asshole, a typical guy who thought with the wrong head. Wilmer just nodded slowly "Sorry for asking...' he mumbled a sad look on his face. He got up walking to the kitchen and I could hear him slamming things around.
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Wilmer
I knew that earning her trust was going to be a task but at this point I felt like she didn't even care that I was trying she was constantly throwing it in my face and it was beginning to irritate me but I made the mistake of cheating so she had a right to be pissed. But she didn't have to act like a snob. I found myself in the kitchen making myself coffee slamming cupboards closed and being aggressive with the coffee pot. I was starting to feel defeated wondering why I was even trying if she was so adamant about leaving me. "Could you stop throwing your little bitch fit now?" I heard her voice filled with annoyance from behind me. "Oh I'm sorry was I interrupting yours?" I retorted back in a snappy tone, earning a scoff from her. She went to the fridge grabbing some leftovers biting her lip harshly like she did when she was mad. "Yes because the normal reaction to your husband cheating on you multiple times is to go back to normal and be a happy fucking house wife right?" She said slamming the fridge. "I'm sorry let me just fucking bend over backwards for you still after you betrayed me so quick" she said her voice rising some.

"I fucked up Demi I admitted that did I not? I've been spending the past month trying to make that up to you with Starbucks, sleeping on the couch or in the guest room, I've done everything I can to make it up to you what more can I do when my efforts go unnoticed?" I practically yelled making her flinch . The anger grew in her eyes I could see it "those are material things Wilmer, the food, the Starbucks, the random cash deposits are not what I fucking meant" she hollered back at me getting in my face our noses almost touching. Being this close to her was a rarity even before we started fighting and I told her about my affair. "Then what the hell do you want because I try to get physical and you push me away you make no goddamn sense demi! You really are fucking bipolar aren't you?" I said as soon as those last few words left my mouth I regretted them and the look on her face was one that looked like she had been robbed of all of her oxygen.
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Demi
"You really are fucking bipolar aren't you?" When he said those words it felt like a knife to the heart I backed away from him. "Fuck you...." I whispered tears in my eyes he had never commented negatively on my mental illness and it stung worse then any blade being dragged across my skin. "No I'm sorry I didn't mean it Demi please" Wilmer said grabbing my wrist gently so I couldn't back away from him anymore.

I yanked it away as hard as I could tears starting to roll down my cheeks "No fuck you Wilmer! That was a low blow even in an argument you never fucking comment on something I can't control!" I yelled my body shaking with anger my face was probably the darkest red shade with smoke coming out of my ears with how much anger I was feeling.

Wilmer flinched I hadn't yelled like that in front of him before and you could tell by the shocked expression on his face. I snatched up the keys off the counter as he tried to stop me "Don't fucking touch me if I'm so damn bipolar. You don't have any bridges left to burn so this is it I'm fucking done. If you have the audacity to comment on my mental illness then maybe you need to reevaluate yourself Wil. I was starting to trust you and I was even gonna ask you to sleep in bed with me so I could sleep well and you could to considering we can't sleep when we're apart. I won't be coming back tonight.." I said putting my jacket and then my shoes on grabbing my phone and purse as I headed to the front door opening it. "Maybe not at all" I said before walking out slamming the door behind me not listening to him as he begged me to stay and not to do anything I'd regret. I got in the car speeding off to my moms house the first person I thought 0f when I was upset.

I held my stomach with one had as I drove wondering if bringing a baby into this was going to be good for us or bad for the baby to listen to their parents argue or be tossed back and forth every other weekend between two households. At this point I was starting to like the sound of an abortion it seemed like the best option I had in life. Thoughts like these swarming my mind as I sped down the freeway not paying attention to where I was going or how fast I was driving.
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Wilmer
I watched her walk out begging her to stay I didn't like when she drove angry especially right now when she was carrying our child. I sank to the floor pulling my knees to my chest as she slammed the door and sped off in our car only going God knows where. I couldn't believe I said that she tried so hard to think rationally and always asked if she was being bipolar she never wanted her illness to be the reason we fought and here I go throwing one of her biggest insecurities in her face like it was nothing.

After a few minutes I picked myself off the floor going to my office to work on some business related things to get my mind off of our fight and the way her face looked when I asked if she was bipolar. I sniffled as I typed away at my computer for awhile maybe an hour or two until I heard my phone ring. I answered it despite not knowing the caller I'd "Hello?" I answered as politely and nice as possible trying to hide the fact that I had been crying like a baby. "Is this Wilmer Valderrama?" The husk voice echoed through the phone.

I could hear faint yelling and crying in the background which worried me. "Yes this is he" I said sitting up straighter then before. "Mr Valderrama your wife Demetria has been in a fatal accident and is being transported by helicopter to Cedars Sinai Medical Center. She's in critical condition" the voice said and I felt the air being ripped from my lungs. I jumped up grabbing the keys to our extra car and put on my shoes in a hurry sprinting out the door "I'll meet you guys there " I said as I hung up and got in the car speeding off breaking so many traffic laws as I raced to my wife. I couldn't lose her not like this. She had to be okay she had to be here with me I couldn't live without Demi by my side not happily I needed Demi. I couldn't be the reason she died I'd never forgive myself for it.

Once I arrived I raced inside asking where Demi was and a doctor met me there having me sit down as I paced and began to panic "Is she okay? I need to see her" I said pushing past the doctor only for him to push me back "Mr Valderrama I'm so sorry ..." he began making my heart break as I began to cry hysterically my knees buckling beneath me before he could finish I was collapsed on the floor my chest heaving as I began to hyperventilate.
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