February 3rd, 2023 Diary entry #25
I know I've already said it but something is very, very wrong. Elijah came home after a dinner out with his friends, to which I refused to tag along with. He asked me why I didn't want to go and I told him my stomach hurt, but I lied. I didn't want to be around him. It breaks my heart even putting that into writing but I've grown this strange feeling towards my husband.
When he came through the door, with a bouquet of roses in his hands, I didn't feel what I normally felt. I tried to, I really, really fucking did. But I just felt like this was a lame attempt at trying to apologize for the way he's been acting. Did he even know how he was acting? Was this even a fucking apology?
Every bouquet of flowers he's ever bought me lasted nearly three weeks. But this bouquet died after five days. It felt almost symbolic in a way, but then I told myself to stop being crazy. Please, please, please. I just want us to get over this hump, or whatever the hell it is.
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Mystery / ThrillerWhen I got home, I had this sense of urgency overtaking me. I needed to read those diary entries and I needed to read them fast. The faster I read them, the closer I could get to Eleanor and God, did I want to be close to her. I wanted to get inside...
