She sleeps in the day. Awakening long enough to get the kids dressed and let him take them to school. She doesn’t eat in the morning. She asks him to hold her. She tries to pretend that it didn’t happen, that the man who holds her is loyal, but she knows. Every time she closes her eyes she can see the two of them together. “If you loved me, how could you do this?” She had asked this question again and again. All he ever said was “I’m sorry. I love you.” She wanted to respond saying, “Yeah, I’m sorry I love you too.”
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After The Weekend
Posted 11 months ago
After The Weekend
Posted 11 months ago
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