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would never fuck someone in the bed I share with you,” his words slurred as he sits piss drunk in front of me. I touch the back of his head to try and calm him down, but he pulls away from me. “It’s like the woman I married vanished.” He looks down at my wedding ring. “Before you brought someone into my house, you could’ve talked to me. We could’ve worked on things. Now it’s all fucked up, so what’s the point anymore?”
    “Stop saying that,” I whisper and touch his hand.
    He ignores me and asks, “How long have you been fucking that guy, for real?”
    I stare at him and shake my head knowing I can’t be honest. The truth would spin this all way out of control. “Just the once, and I’m sorry for it, you have to know that.”
    It’s a lie, a selfish one at that, but I can’t take more of his anger. I need him gone.
    He looks at me and says, “Me too, Abby.” I’m not sure how to help things. He pushes my hand away and stands up, a little wobbly. Then he walks out of the bedroom clearly defeated, hurt that he’s lost his control over me.
    As the ice hits his glass, again, and resounds through the house, his draw to drinking sends a sudden anger over me and I storm out of the bedroom searching for him. He’s pouring his regular drink and takes a sip, glaring at me.
    “You don’t get to be the only one asking all of the questions. You act like this is all my fault, when you’ve fucked other women.”
    He shrugs his shoulders and I have to know why, why was I not enough for him? What was wrong with me? “Why did you cheat on me in the first place?” I ask outraged, “Why did you stop coming home?”
    Setting his empty glass down, he looks over at me and says, “Because I’ve never fucking loved you, Abby. Are you really that blind?”

Waking up, the sun is shining through the gigantic windows on the east side of my apartment and it’s hitting me right in the face. It feels good – warm like a pussy. Clearing my mind of all the stresses I can’t control, I sit up and check my phone. There is still no word from Abby and it’s driving me crazy. Normally, the first thing I do when I wake up is text her, but now I can’t, and breaking the habit it hard. I’ve gotta let her go, and I’ve got to find a way to clear my mind, longer than just fucking someone, which isn’t even helping anymore. Heading to the kitchen to make myself a smoothie, I decide a run and workout might do just that, especially since it’s been over a week since I’ve worked out and that’s not like me.
    Making a smoothie, I drink it quickly and then change into some workout clothes. Stretching a little before I hit the pavement, I turn on some music that’ll clear my mind and pop my ear buds in before leaving to head across town. As I jog out of my neighborhood, the morning traffic is at a standstill. I look around staring at all the people trying to get to work and feel thankful I don’t have to live a life like them. That could be me, stuck in a fucking car, wearing a goddamn suit, working a nightmare nine to five job. As much as I didn’t get along with my dad, he always told me to develop a skill that allowed me to be my own boss. I might not agree with his lifestyle, but it’s who he is and over the years he did teach me some shit, not as much as my mom…but some.
    I can still picture her face today. She was simple, happy being a good old lady and doing anything for my dad and I. But, six years ago, that all ended. My life changed the day we got the news. I’ll never forget the look in my dad’s eye when he told me that my mom was dead. I was devastated. Losing her was the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through, and thinking of it now still brings tears to my eyes. Especially how it happened; another club killed her for some shit my dad did. He tried to avenge her death, but no matter how much killing he does, it’ll never bring her back. Since then I haven’t been able to let go of the blame I put on