Another update, I'm going out of town next week and Wattpad is probably going to be the last thing on my mind so I'm trying to update as much as I can
Later That Night
I jumped up to the sound of something crashing. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes then got up and headed downstairs. I could hear a lot of tussling coming from the kitchen so that's where I headed. A wine bottle and a half empty glass sat on the counter. The only sound in there was Carlee sweeping up whatever she broke.
She's close to being drunk cause that's when she starts breaking things.
She slowly stood up and looked at me. "What?" Her words slurred and she was holding broken glass in her hand. Quickly grabbing the trash can, I rushed over to her.
"Put that in here."
She dumped it inside then went back over to her drink.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"Because I fucking can, mind your business."
Sighing I picked up the bottle and took it over to the sink. There wasn't much in there but I poured out the little bit that was left.
"Tell me why I shouldn't smack the shit out of you for doing that." She said.
"You don't need to be drinking. I know you're pissed about what happened earlier but running to a bottle ain't gone solve nothing."
"Says the man that's in rehab."
"Well it look like you need to join me. Every time something go wrong you doing this. This ain't cool."
"Yeah I drink when I'm pissed what was your reason for what you were doing?"
"Carlee I know you're not in your right mind, but you really can save the slick ass comments."
"Once again you want me to spare your feelings. Nigga fuck you and your feelings bitch!"
I clinched my jaw. As bad as I wanted to go off, I thought it would be best if I went back upstairs. She's right, I'm the last person that should be down here trying to tell her not to drink.
"No don't run away now." She rushed over to me and pushed me back.
"I'm going to bed Carlee."
"Hell no! You need to hear what the Fuck I have to say. You hurt me Chris, you made me feel like I was a horrible person. The last thing I wanted to do was divorce you but you basically gave me no other option. And the most fucked up part is that I still love you, even though I shouldn't. And I also wanna take you back, even though I shouldn't. The night I rushed back home, I had a dream about you while I was in bed with another man. No matter how hard I try to keep myself distracted or call my self moving on YOU pop back up. You don't deserve me but yet you have this unhealthy hold on me. Was I that horrible of a wife that you just had to cheat for 7 years? When you decided that she was someone you couldn't let go, why didn't you walk away then? Why wait so long and hurt me even more. Why did you do this to me huh?! WHY CHRIS?!" She pushed me again.