This would be the time where he says something like, he got his smarts from me or make a joke out of it but all he does is nod.
It was the kind of nod that meant he wasn’t really listening.
And I felt my heart crack.
I wore this dress and got ready for him.
Just so he can see me.
Does he still love me?
Are the messages on his phone someone else?
Does he not want me anymore?
Does he want to throw me away like I’m some toy he’s bored of?
Is he finally done with me?
Was I not enough?
What did I need to do to make him see me?
I was fine with losing him all those years ago but now, I can’t lose him.
Not when I have three kids with him and he’s the only one who knows how deep my scars truly run.
I swear I was close to tearing up but then the waiter came by with the check.
Hayden takes care of it and when the waiter comes back with his card, we leave the restaurant and drive home.
During the drive, Hayden doesn’t put his hand on my thigh as he drives back. He drives at a faster speed, like he’s angry and just wants to go home already.
The weight of everything he didn’t say felt like it was crushing in my chest.
I had enough.
I couldn’t do this anymore.
When the front door closed behind us, I turned to face him. “What’s going on with you?”
“Not tonight, Jaclyn,” he mutters as he pulls his jacket off.
Saying my name.
Not princess or Jackie.
Just with a cold and dismissive tone.
“No,” I cross my arms over my chest. “You don’t get to check out all night, lie to me about what’s going on with you, change the subject multiple times, and make me feel like shit. You’ve been off for weeks, ever since you started disappearing. Coming home late. Lying!”
He turns, eyes flashing. “I’m not lying.”
I scoff. “Bullshit.
He walks towards me. “You don’t understand. You won’t.”
“Then help me understand!” I shout, forcing the tears to go down as I basically beg him for more. “You said this was behind us!”