The Good Wife (COMPLETE)

Six

I came home Sunday. Mark had to leave his meeting early to come pick me up and he spent the whole ride home on the phone. When we pulled up at the house, I grabbed my purse and my bag from the backseat and followed him up the steps. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, proceeding to slam it shut in my face.

I jump, startled, and blinked a few times. Big fat tears suddenly started rolling down my face. I had never felt so invisible. Had he really forgotten that I was there? I furiously wiped the little traitor droplets away and headed into the house.

I stepped inside just as Mark's office door was clicking shut. My heart sank even further. He really had no idea what he had just done. My stomach growled loudly, the first time I've really been hungry in a few days. I opened the fridge to find not much there. I made a mental note to go to the grocery store as soon as I could. I made myself a sandwich and decided to make Mark one, too. He had to be hungry, after all this was supposed to be his lunch break. I placed his sandwich on a plate and grabbed a handful of potato chips and added them as well. I brushed my hands on my sweatpants and headed to his office. I knocked and peered inside. He was still on the phone, listening intently. I tipped toed in and gently placed the plate down in front of him. He just nodded at me and turned around in his swivel chair. I crept out and quietly shut the door behind me.

I gave my rose some fresh water and placed it in the sunny kitchen window. I sat down at the kitchen island and read a little as I bit into my sandwich. Mark came out of his office briefly to rinse his plate and he asked who sent the flower. When I said someone from work, he didn't press any further. He probably thought it was Jerry or one of the other girls. He headed back into the office and stayed there the rest of the day. I finished my sandwich and moved to the couch to read a little.

Eventually, I slowly made my way upstairs and went straight to bed. I decided to put the single rose on my bedside table, where I could see it first thing when I woke up and right before I fell asleep. My eyes closed as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The bed dipped later that night and I looked at the clock to see 2:13 am staring back at me. I rolled over to find Mark clicking away on his phone. "Is everything okay?" I asked, quietly. He was normally never this late to bed.

He jumped, startled, and was quick to exit out of his messages. He threw his phone on his bedside table. "Yeah, just closing a deal, that's all."

"Oh, okay." I said, turning back over on my side, facing away from him.

I could feel him climb into bed. "Abby?" He said into the darkness, his voice quiet.

"Yes?" I turned my upper half towards him again.

"There's an employee dinner coming up for the company. Everyone is bringing their spouses."

"When is it?"

"Thursday."

"I'm off Thursday."

"Perfect. I'll let my boss know." He rolled onto his side, facing away from me and pulled the blankets under his chin.

I turned back over and stared into the darkness. 'Everyone is bringing their wives'. Not a I'd really like for you to come.' or even a 'I think it would be fun.' Nope. Because Mark and I rarely ever had fun together anymore. It was more like we just existed together. And that really broke my heart.

I strapped on my shoes and secured the little buckle on the side. I hated those things. They were always so small and it was hard to get the peg in the right hole. And don't even get me started on the whole idea of heels in general. Sure, they look pretty, but they are not at all practical, not to mention uncomfortable. If a zombie apocalypse happened tonight, I'd be the first to go because I couldn't get out of my damn heels to run.