I nestled my head in his shoulder a little deeper. Trying not to become addicted to his smell, I felt him rub his hands up and down my back. I shuddered; usually that meant I was expected to have sex. I had already pulled away from him and told him I hadn’t eaten all day. Lunch was sitting there piping hot ready before work to prove that he was appreciated. Matthew always reminded me how much he hated eating my “leftovers”. How hard is it to use a microwave, really? At least I cook for you and I’m darn good at it, too. Dizziness struck me like it always did around this time, but my inquisitive look took over my face; why didn’t I say goodbye to him before he left for work? Matthew would ask everyone who would listen why his wife didn’t greet him at the door in a good mood when he got home from work, especially when I was standing right there.
“Sometimes I need the chance to say good-bye to you before work so we can do this.” I mumbled into his ear and sunk into him as the tension left my body. I fought back tears.
“Are you okay?”
He knows me. I forget this, sometimes. Continue reading →