Please Don't Leave Me
I Don't Love You Anymore
Katrina McGee Calaway was sitting in her living room one morning. Her husband, Mark Calaway, called last night and said that something came up at work and that he wouldn't be home until the next morning. She replied by saying she understood.
Oh, how she loved him so. How she longed to wrap her arms around him. How she longed to hug and kiss him. How she longed to tell him she loved him. But more importantly, how she wished she could see his face. She was blind. Katrina was hit by a car when she was 7 years and this accident caused her to lose her sight for the rest of her life. Throughtout her life, she feared that she would never find someone that would love her cause she was blind.
However, she found the love in Mark Calaway. She knew he loved her unconditionally. He flew her out to Vegas just 5 months ago and they were married in a private wedding ceremony. Katrina felt that being wed to Mark was the best day of her life.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening, and a deep, Texas voice spoke to her.
"Katrina, I'm home," called the voice of her husband.
"I'm in the living room honey," Katrina called back.
Katrina heard heavy footsteps approach her. Mark stood in front of her.
"Hey, Katrina."
"Hey, babe. How was work?"
"I didn't go to work."
"Oh," Katrina stated. "I thought you said you had something to do at work and you wouldn't be home until this morning."
"I lied, Katrina," he admitted.
"Well," Katrina began to ask feeling uneasy. "Where were you last night?"
"With Christine."
Katrina became curious. "Who's Christine?"
"My girlfriend," Mark replied.
Katrina's jaw dropped with a gasp. She sucked in a breath before speaking again. "Girl...girlfriend?"
"Yeah. Girlfriend." he answered with certainty and no remorse. Gone was the loving tone of Mark's voice as he spoke to his wife.
Tears filled Katrina's eyes at Mark's confession...he had and was cheating on her. The fact that Mark said this without regret hurt that much more.
"Why?" she asked heart-broken. Her lips quivered. "Why have you done this to me?"
Mark paced back and forth as he spoke. "Let me put it this way, Katrina. I was thinking the other day to myself and I asked myself. 'Gee, Mark. Is this going to be the rest of your life? Taking care of a vulnerable woman whom can't even see? What a life, Mark. What a boring, sucky life.' " Mark face Katrina, hands on his waist. "I know in relationships, people are supposed to be honest with each other. Here's some honesty for you. Yes, I've been cheating on you. Do I regret it? No...not in the slightest."
Katrina had tears streaming her face. "But...I thought you loved me, Mark."
Mark knelt down in front of her." Yeah well, here's something you need to know, Katrina. I don't love you anymore. I signed both of uor names to the divorce papers yesterday. We are officially over. We...are...through. Sometimes, the truth hurts, doesn't it?"
Mark rose from kneeling in front of her only to have Katrina stand and reach out for Mark's arm.
"Mark...please, don't leave me." she begged him.
Mark jerked his arm away from her grasp. "Get your hands off of me."
Katrina grabbed for his arm again. "Mark..."
Mark jerked his arm free again. If only Katrina could have been able to brace herself for what happened next. She let out a yelp after feeling the impact of an open palm strike her across the left cheek., sending her to the floor with a thud. She curled into a ball on the floor, sobbing loudly. She couldn't believe Mark had slapped her and she couldn't even attempt to defend herself.
Mark looked down at the woman laying at his feet shaking his head in disgust. "Just in case you didn't hear me the first time, let me repeart myself. I don't love you anymore. I'm done with you. Have a nice life." Mark walked away from Katrina, not once looking back. He walked out of the house slamming the door behind him.
Katrina caontinued laying on the floor. She had been deceived by the man she thought had loved her. She didn't know what hurt worse, his words or the slap. They had both hurt her equally. So she continued lying on the floor crying, crying, and crying some more.