Chapter Fourteen

My only emotion I’ve shown sense this whole thing exploded into flames has been sadness and me being weak and breaking down over and over again but now I fill with anger, all I can think about is how fucked up everything has gotten all of a sudden after being so happy together with us starting over with our new lives to build our family with love, now everything has shattered around us again, I think about how every word of truth I speak to her and she believes nothing. It’s like everything I say just runs pass her shoulder. I’m sick of trying to get her to believe me when all she does is spit anger. What more can I do? She won’t even give us enough time to talk this through because she still needs more time. A quote about time floats into my mind “I’ve learned that waiting is the most difficult bit, and I want to get used to the feeling, knowing that you’re with me, even when you’re not by my side.” But through all of this and what I know she feels about me, I know she still loves me and she doesn’t want us to end.

I bang my fists against the door again, I have no idea what to do with this built up anger.

The hours pass, I have been sitting in a criss cross position in our bedroom looking through our window for a couple of hours now, I think back to when Tina’s whole Henry thing started, when she started to have these feelings she couldn’t help and when I started to do silent treatments, I wanted to bare this anger that I felt inside and it seemed to calm me.

I hear the door bell ring.

I wake myself out of my thoughts of everything and stand to my feet.

When I enter the living room in a slow pace, the door bell goes off once again.

“About time you answer your freaking door, Porter.”

“Alice..”

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m just fine and dandy, Alice.”

“Look Bette, I hate this, I hate how you guys are back into this damn ditch again.”

“A ditch that we seem to not be able to pick our damn selves out of.”