Never posted before - but here's a random story I wrote
End of the Road âI never would have married you if I'd have known how crazy you are!â You canât believe what you just heard. Fifteen years of marriage and thatâs the sentence he throws at you? He thinks youâre crazy? He hasnât seen how crazy you can really be. âOh yeah? Well, I would have never married you if Iâd known how pathetic and spineless you really are! Canât go to work due to a stress related illness? Iâve never heard a bigger piece of bullshit in my life!â He started pacing back and forth the dining room heavily, his breath going in and out of his mouth like when wind cuts through trees, getting heavier and heavier the more irate he got. You knew bringing up his work would finally bring his true feelings out. It was a touchy subject, due to all the bitter and distressed feelings surrounding situation. He hadnât been to work in weeks, spending days at home, wallowing in bed or spending hours lying in his own filth on the couch. You found it pathetic. If anyone should be wallowing and letting their body turn to rot after everything that happened, it should be you. Youâre the one whoâs body failed to deliver. Youâre the one who lost the baby. This had been coming for a while. You were just waiting for it to finally come in and punch you in the stomach. The miscarriage hadnât even been the start of it all, it was just the nail in the coffin. If anything the baby should have saved the marriage, not sent it sinking into the ocean. Now days just dragged on and when you werenât working to keep your mind of darker thoughts, youâd come home to your husband reminding you of all the things you lost, even him. âI lost a baby too, you know?â He says, bringing your mind back to the forefront. âThat baby was just as much mine as yours, even if I didnât carry it. Iâm allowed to be upsetâ Here he goes again with the same excuse. âI never said you couldnât be upset, Iâm saying that we canât allow it to shadow everything else in our lives. You canât keep putting off work and we definitely canât let this affect our marriage anymore than it hasâ If there is even a marriage anymore. Youâre sure love hasnât played any part in your relationship in years. Youâre just too scared to say it out loud, even though he knows deep down the truth of it all. That the baby was just an attempt to make them closer again, after years of not really speaking or saying what needed to be said. That they didnât love each other as much as they did at the start and that holding on was hopeless. The miscarriage just seemed like a premonition. You take a seat at one of the chairs at the dining room table, laying your head in your heads and taking deep breaths. You feel him creep closer and rest his hand on your knee. âWhat should we do?â The weight was always on your shoulders. âI donât knowâ.
