#1
This story, and any that follow within the next few days, aren't about me (though that will seem obvious in most of them). Some of them are loosely based on real people, some aren't. It doesn't really matter...the point isn't who exactly they are about. The point is...welll...you figure it out, if you feel like reading.
"She's such a witch"
"I think you mean another word"
*laughing*
"Seriously, if we even TALK she gets mad."
"Other people used to say she was a cool teacher...man were they wrong"
“I can’t wait until we finally go to junior high…it’ll be so much better.”
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He thought marriage would be like a fairy tale. He had an image in his mind of his ideal life with her- they'd still go on motorcycle rides, she'd make him dinner every night, and life would just be...fun. And comfortable. But something was wrong, very very wrong. He looked at her and he started seeing her as a totally different person. He saw her faults, her weaknesses. There were no motorcycle rides. There were very few dinners. He found himself making excuses to not be home; he'd work late just for the hell of it. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't help himself. They had only been married a few months, but he just wasn't attracted to her anymore.
When he saw the woman in the grocery store one day, it only took him two seconds to slide the wedding band right off of his left ring finger. From that moment on, things were never the same. She was new, she was fun, she understood his need for something different.
Every night in bed he lay there, wanting to tell his wife of his change of heart. But he couldn't, not yet. Maybe his feelings would change. Maybe their life would change.
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She loved the students in her class, she really did. Sometimes, though, they just stressed her out more. They could never understand why she was so short-tempered. She herself didn’t know exactly what it was. The kids weren’t the problem. The problem was that every day she went home to an empty house, and when her husband came home he seemed empty in his own way. He wasn’t affectionate like he used to be. He barely looked at her. He’d walk in, take off his shoes, kiss her on the cheek, and sit down in front of the T.V. He looked so deep in thought, so distant. The first few weeks after they got married, the only thing he even seemed to be aware of was her. Now she could be sitting next to him and it was if she was invisible.
One morning she woke up…and she realized what was wrong. She had lost him. He was laying right next to him, but she’d lost him. Maybe there was another woman. She wanted to wake him up and ask him, right then, but he looked peaceful and content. He never looked like that anymore around her, except when he was sleeping. It would wait. She had to think. Maybe she was just crazy and insecure.
All day long thoughts ran around in her head. How could she confront him? What would she say? She didn’t have any proof at all, other than her feelings and intuition. But she would actually go crazy if she never asked. When she got home that evening, she waited patiently at the kitchen table for him to come home. She rehearsed her lines in her head, changing them every time, and finding none of them perfect.
He walked in the door. Her heart raced as if she had just run a mile, even though she’d been sitting still for over an hour. She opened her mouth…”Hi honey, I have a question…”
The words flew out of her. The accusations. The questions. She never thought they could come so easily. When they were done, she took off her ring and threw it across the room. In an odd, inexplicable way, she was free.