The Myth

He felt guilty, dirty, and cheap. But he felt that it was worth it. The pain of resistance was unbearable. And his wife’s face, although cutting, was still loving. It let him believe that even if she knew, she would still have that love in her eyes. So he built up the myth that he would always have love to come home to. And he beleived that myth until the day that he came home and saw not a single spark of love in her eyes.She didn’t have to tell him that she knew. And no one had to tell him that his strongest belief was but a myth.

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