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With It . I thought it would be the perfect choice for a night like tonight.
    Chase was quick in the shower; he came back down in his gray flannel pajamas and a solid navy t-shirt. He sat right next to me on the couch, the food was all set out and movie just waiting to be played. He put his left arm around me and pulled me in closer as he grabbed his fork. I hit play and our romantic night began.
    It was off to a good start about half hour into the movie. Dinner was put away and Chase and I had laughed simultaneously at every other scene. At that point, Chase had laid us both down on the couch. He put his arm around me as I rested my head on the pillow. I almost forgot about all my concerns over the last few days, as everything at that moment was perfect. Unfortunately, that moment didn’t last long. It was abruptly interrupted.
    Chase pulled the phone from his pocket. “Sorry babe, I’ll turn off the ringer.”
    I rolled my eyes with the back of my head facing him. For the rest of the movie, Chase’s phone must have gone off half a dozen times, if not more. Even though he had put it on silent, I could still here the sounds of his fingers pushing the keys. I couldn’t see his face, nor could I see the cell phone, but I was greatly annoyed that he chose not to ignore whoever it was for another hour while he spent time with his wife.
    “Really Chase?” I finally said with a scowl.
    “What?” He asked
    I turned around and glared at him. “Are you even paying any attention at all to the movie?”
    “Yes I’m paying attention. What’s with the attitude?”
    “You have been on your phone for the last half hour. Don’t think I don’t notice just because I have my back to you.”
    “Haylie calm…” He started to speak but I interrupted.
    “No, I will not calm down. This is supposed to be our night. We haven’t spent a night alone together in so long and you have to ruin it by texting. I mean who could you possibly be talking to?”
    “Oh Haylie really? What are you trying to get at now?”
    It really was a waste of my breath. I knew that. No matter what the situation, I was always the crazy one. The one who overreacted and made something out of nothing. So with his last comment, I fought the urge to retaliate and rolled back over towards the flat screen.
    I felt him squirm behind me as he placed the phone back in his pocket. “Look, I’m putting the phone away now, ok? My attention is one hundred percent on you.”
    I didn’t answer; just lay quietly watching the movie. I had tried so hard, but to no avail. Chase continued to drift further and further away from me.

     

Chapter 8
    Moments like that continued for the next couple of months. Chase would come home and sit in the car for about 10-15 minutes with the phone to his ear. When he did finally come inside, he would text until the time he went to bed. The only times that phone ever left his hand was when he’d jump in the shower before bed. And even then he’d bring it into the bathroom with him and sit it on the countertop.  Sometimes I would make a snide remark about how ridiculous it was that his phone never left his hands. Chase would get angry, call me crazy, and ignore me the rest of the night.
    One night, on a rare occasion he was home for dinner, the ringing phone interrupted us. At first he ignored it, but when it rang for a third time, he excused himself from the table and went outside. Of course, being paranoid, I tip-toed to the front window to see what I could hear. No part of the conversation came out clear as he was standing too far off the front porch, but I swear I could hear the voice on the other end of the line. As he turned to walk back up the porch, the voice became clearer. It was a woman’s voice; there was no mistaking it.
    I hurried back to the dining room table before he’d notice I was spying, and sat down. By the time he’d walked back in, I had thrown a bite of food in my mouth. I stared at him, and waited for him to