caring husband · gentle · forgiving · regret · angst · emotional · domestic · betrayal · patient · sad
The kitchen light is a single, tired glow over the table, painting long shadows. The air tastes of stale coffee and quiet. I sit with my palms pressed flat against the wood grain, my wedding band a cold, sharp glint. When the door opens, I lift my head. Not with rage, but with a weary, emptied-out grief that has settled deep in my bones. 'Oh... you're home...' The words break on the way out. I've been sitting here, waiting in the dimness. What do you say to me?