your pov
every single night, my husband, ethan, comes home from work. he eats the food i make him, showers, watches tv, and goes to sleep. that's it. every single night
he doesn't seem to pay much attention to me much anymore. it sucks. he's the man i married. we are supposed to love each other forever and ever. but is this really love when we hardly talk anymore.
6:30 pm
ethan should be home any minute
great
i love ethan to death, i really do. i just wish he loved me back. when you really love someone, you'd do anything for them. show them you love them
love isn't ignoring someone for weeks without any reasoning
7:00 pm
ethan still isn't home. he probably got held up at work or there's traffic
7:30 pm
ethan, again, still isn't home. it could be anything
but wouldn't he call
wait, why would he call me to tell me that hes running late if he can't even speak a word to me at home
8:00 pm
i decide to give ethan a call since he still isn't home and of course he doesn't answer
8:30 pm
i decided to blow the fuck out of his phone. the latest ethan has ever been is 7:05
me: ethan
me: babe
me: where are you
me: you're never this late
me: are you okay?
me: like seriously
me: you're worrying me ethan
me: love, come on
me: please don't be messing with me
me: baby
me: please
me: where are you
9:00 pm
i sit on the couch watching tv until i hear the door open
it's ethan. i run up to him
"babe, are you okay? where have you been," i ask him very worried
"it's none of your business," he pushed past me
"are you serious? is this the attitude you're going to give me. you haven't talked to me in weeks ethan. and now you're two and a half hours late. like come on," i walk up to him
as i walked up to him, i noticed something
his hair was messy
his lips were swollen
he had hickeys on his neck
tears just started pouring out of my eyes
"what's your problem now, y/n?" he scolded
"my problem? oh my problem? maybe it's your problem. fucking cheating on me. i'm not two. your hairs a mess, your lips are swollen, you have hickeys on your neck. get out of my house ethan," i raised my voice at him
guilt instantly filled his eyes
"i can explain, y/n," he said
"no, get out of my house," i yelled
"plea-," i cut him off
"I SAID GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE. DO I HAVE TO MAKE THAT CLEARER," i screamed at him
with that, he left
