Chapter 3: Maybe We are Better Apart

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3 weeks later

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3 weeks later...

I never thought that in my marriage that we would have to separate ourselves. I know that he says that this isn't him giving up, but I'm scared that he is going to come back to me with divorce papers in his hand. Mom and Dad said that we both just needed this time and that this will get good for us. They said that after I told them what was going on. They then proceeded to apologize for asking us repeatedly when we were having a baby.

I wish I could say that all I did was go to work and come back to my parents, which is what I did in the beginning, but then the school year ended. I have to sit in my old bedroom all day and work on my lesson plans for the next school year. I have wondered ever single day what Mark is doing. Is he constantly working? He is at the courthouse filing for divorce. I need to stop.

"Murphy?" Mom asks knocking on the door.

"You can come in," I say closing the lid on my laptop. Mom walks in and sits on the end of the bed.

"I just wanted to check up on you." I sigh and I sit up straight in my bed.

"Mom, you do this every day. I appreciate, I really do, but I'll be fine," I say pulling my knees to my chest and putting my chin on my knees.

"It's my job as a Mom to take care of you. Dinner will be done shortly." She stands up and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

I don't want to think that Mark and I are better apart, but I don't want to fight with someone that I love.

So, maybe it is better the way we are now.

Late nights are a daily occurrence for me since I came to stay at my parent's house

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Late nights are a daily occurrence for me since I came to stay at my parent's house. I get home from work late, and then I lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling fan go round and round.

Is she happy at her parent's home? Is she laying awake at night like me? Does she still love me?

What if she comes back to me and tells me that we should move on? What am I supposed to do then?

I don't want to know the person that I'll become if she leaves? I thought our love was never ending, but the more time that passes on it doesn't feel like it anymore. I love Murphy more than anything in this world. I have never been more scared of what is going to happen to us. I have been held at gunpoint, taken down criminals, and I'm here scared that my wife is going to leave me. I promised her that I would do anything to make her happy, but I can't even do that.

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