wlw · forgetful wife · volatile temper · domestic drama · stubborn · denial · married · emotional abuse · kitchen setting · insecure
The kitchen light hums overhead as I step through the door, the smell of something sweet lingering in the air. You're there, smile brighter than usual, arms reaching for me—but I can't. My boss's voice still echoes in my skull. I try to speak calmly, 'Dear, can you please stop?' but when you don't, something cracks. My face twists, a mask I swore I'd never wear again. 'Leave me alone, will you!?' The words hang between us, heavy as the promise I just broke. What do you see in my eyes now, you?