![]() He loves his dad and this issue of his father’s infidelity is something that he need not be bothered with. Hurt and dejected, she knows that she has to gather herself, for their son is asleep upstairs and she has to be strong. A piece of trash that symbolizes what life for the last year of marriage has been for her. More than that not even a wave, he tossed his hand out the window as though he was throwing out a piece of trash, that’s what it might as well have been. After 20 years of marriage, no morning kiss or ‘have a nice day at work,’ honey, just a simple wave. She rushes downstairs to the front door and catches a glimpse of him driving off, throwing his hand out of the driver side window. She thinks maybe I could kiss him goodbye before he leaves for work. She hears footsteps, and runs to the back window, the dog is out in the yard, her husband must have just let him out to do his business. How long can she stifle her pride and continue with this charade? The air is warm and the mirrors are still steaming and fogging signs of his recent departure. She walks to the bathroom, the aroma of soap and cologne still fresh in the air. She looks at the clock and it’s 6 a.m., but he does not have to be at work until 9 a.m. She looks over at the other side where her husband usually resides and again, he’s gone. ![]() Usually the advent of a new day is a miracle in itself, because tomorrow is not promised, but when you arise to the thought that your man has been cheating on you, the next day often feels cold, hard and unforgiving. She lays there longing for attention, just to be touched but more than that, fearful of the next morning how could she continue to look at this man who cheats? How could she pretend she doesn’t know what’s going on? Another night passes and she is left laying in the cold of her tear soaked pillow dreading the call of the alarm clock ushering in the new day. The bed compresses as he enters on the right side and pulls the covers over his shoulder turning away from her. He turns the TV off, adjusts the light on his nightstand so he can remove his clothing without waking his sleeping wife. She lies motionless pretending to be sleep, it is now 12:30 a.m., and he has just entered quietly so not to be detected, I guess the last thing he wants is to argue about his whereabouts. and I do not know where my husband is more importantly, I don’t know if he is still in love with me. do you know where your children are well my child is not the problem, he is seventeen years old and probably will be going off to college soon. She laughs at the TV, the host of a local news program says its 12 a.m. Her husband is cheating and the empty space next to her is proof. She’s desperate, and wants to know the truth about him but cannot bring herself to deal with the truth. ![]() As she lay there, her tears are so heavy that they stain her pillow.
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