I paced the wooden floors of a new house, surrounded by all of our belongings. But where was he?
It happened finally, July of 2014. When he got home from training in Canada. I wasnt fully embraced in his warmth or his gazing eyes. The days past and the distance grew stronger. I remember the phone call I made to my mom. That small little voice inside my head wouldnt shut the fuck up. She says “are you sure he is at work?” I drove past my house and to his job across town. His car was there. If he wasnt cheating what was really going on? Upon his return that evening I confronted him. On the deck of the apartment with his cigarette in his hand… “No there is nobody else”. Still the feeling haunted me day after day for a week. He grew colder and colder. We were in the middle of moving, both of us had great jobs, a wonderful daughter, a new car. Looking back now, we had everything a flourishing family needed to grow. But we still weren’t married and he had yet to tell me the truth....
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