Taylor Swift Imagines Book Three (gxg)

your parents are getting divorced (requested)

It all felt like a dream. One really bad, downright terrible dream. You wished it could be. You wished that's all it was and that you could just wake up from it... but the tears flowing down your cheeks and choked up sob that left your lips you knew it was real.

Your mom had called saying she had left your dad and they were getting a divorce. There were things you didn't know, things you maybe should've never known, but the truth all comes out eventually and the truth about your dad not being the wonderful man you thought he was, was just another stab to your already shattered heart.

It was conflicting at first; you were torn on how to feel. Relieved, because your mom was no longer in that situation. Angry, at your father who had been lying to you for so long. Sadness, that things had to end this way, that things couldn't have been different.

You were an emotional mess for days. The news had been something you couldn't quite comprehend at first. Truthfully, it took days to truly sink in. For the extent of the situation to really hit you.

You ended up pushing Taylor away a little bit. You didn't talk too much, your smiles were long gone and had been replaced with obvious sadness. You pushed away your food, only eating a little of it. And you didn't really want or show affection.

It wasn't that you didn't want to or didn't plan on telling Taylor. You just needed time to really let it all sink in, to really comprehend it all.

And one of the ways you did that was by writing letters to your dad as your diary. You didn't send them. You didn't know if you ever would. But it was a way to let out your bottled up emotions, a way to get out your pent up anger. And that's what you really needed at that time.

The day went on like usual for Taylor. You left for work, not saying much other than a bittersweet goodbye. She stayed home that day, hoping that maybe cleaning up a little for you would cheer you up. She had this whole plan of cleaning up, making you a nice dinner, followed by a sweet relaxing bath that night while she'd rub your shoulders to coax the stress of whatever was weighing heavily on your shoulders.

She started with some laundry. The clothes that had piled up in your hamper over the last few days had been washed along with the sheets on the bed that smelled all flowery and sweet now.

Taylor isn't a snoop. You have boundaries and she respects them. She always feels that in time, whatever you want or need to tell her, you will. But this was a very different situation.

She had opened your dresser to stick the clean clothes inside when your diary fell out and onto the floor, a few pieces of paper sliding out. They caught her eye. They all started off with dear dad and she couldn't help but look at them, figuring maybe you had written them and let them pile up by mistake somehow.

But oh gosh, she was so wrong. The writing on the papers was heartbreaking, the obvious anger and deep sadness you felt towards your dad was clear by the words you used, the language you expressed.

You went into detail about how much you hated him for doing the things he had done to your mom, to your family, followed by you telling him how much you hated him for making you hate him. Because he's your dad. Despite what he has done, you made memories with him. He raised you, cheered you on, loved you through everything as a father should. But he kept dark secrets from you, destroyed your family and ruined your precious memories of him. You had trouble looking at him the way you used to.

She had tears streaming down her cheeks when she read the last one. It all made sense now of why you had closed off from her so much these past few days. Her heart broke for you, for your mom.

But the sound of a door closing caught her attention. She heard your footsteps on the stairs before you appeared in the room a moment later with your head in your hands. But when you saw Taylor sitting on the bed with your letters in her lap you stormed over to her.

"What are you doing? This is private!" You took them from her lap and stuffed them back in the journal in a messy fashion, slightly ripping a couple of them. You grunted under your breath, angry at your girlfriend for reading through such private and personal letters...

But that faded when you felt her hand on your back. Her touch was soft, comforting. Just like Taylor.

You sobbed and dropped the journal on the floor, too upset to care that the letters had fallen out once again.

"I know, baby. It's okay. C'mere." You turned around and buried your head in the soft fabric of her sweater. You cried against her, falling to your knees a few seconds later. But not alone. Taylor was on the floor with you right away, her arms wrapping around you as she pulled you on her lap.

This is what you needed. You've kept your emotions all bottled up for so long, too conflicted on how to feel when all you really felt deep down was hurt. Betrayed. Unloved.

"It's okay. It's all gonna be okay. I'm here," Taylor muttered and stroked your hair, heart shattered to see you hurting so much.

"I hate him for what he did." She nodded. She wasn't gonna tell you not to feel that way. You're human, you're his daughter and he did some pretty awful things. She didn't blame you for feeling such resentment towards him. Even she felt a little too.

"I know. That's okay. You have every right to feel that way."

You lifted your head, a little surprised by her response. Because Taylor was the kindest person you had ever known. She encouraged others to be kind, no matter the situation. But this was different. You're her girlfriend, you're the one that was deeply impacted by this devastating situation. She'd never judge you for what you felt.

"Really?" She nodded and kissed your forehead. "I get why you do. But it's gonna get easier with time. You're gonna heal, every day is a new day and we can get through this together. Although this is absolutely horrible, I know you can get through it. I know you're gonna heal because I'm gonna be by your side every step of the way. And your mom, too. We'll help her through this too, right?"

She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and wiped a tear from your cheek. "Yeah."

You were both quiet for a minute. "It'll be okay. I'll make sure of it. I'm gonna be right by your side, always. And you can always talk to me, about anything. Whenever you need to. I'm always gonna hear you out,"

You kissed her neck and rested your head on her shoulder. It was gonna take time, and lots of it. But she was right. You'd heal eventually. This hole in your heart would eventually heal. And you knew that because you always have her by your side.