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I can't think of a time where I haven't loved this man. We have been through so much together. He gave me a beautiful daughter, Megan Witter. Our daughter is two years old. She looks just like me, except for her eyes, they're all Pacey's. Deep, dark ocean blue eyes which remind me of the love for her dad that I hold so close to my heart. My eyes, are liquid dark. Tired, lonely, lost. It shouldn't have come to this. I never give up, so why am I now? Am I not strong enough anymore? A fool? I just don't understand anything. I am such a drama queen. It's in my nature. I can't help but think this is the end.
Pacey walks through the door, and gives me a heartwarming smile, his eyes gleaming with not love, but long hours, late nights and too much coffee. Seems he can only generate love through his smile these days.
'Hey Joey. Sorry I'm late, It was really busy at the restaurant.' Joey. That's what he calls me now. Not Jo, Miss Potter, or any other nickname that used to make me swoon. At least he hasn't resorted to Josephine.
'Why didn't you call me and let me know you were going to be late?' I fumed, back at him. He doesn't seem to give a shit about me sitting at home, looking after our daughter, while he flirts with all the single women at the bar. 'Were you too busy fucking one of your whores?' I can't believe that just came out of my mouth, and he looks as shocked as I do.
'What the fuck, Josephine?' Uh oh, there it is, the dreaded Josephine. Now I know I've really upset him. 'Are you serious? Are you really going to accuse me of cheating on you? You know that I am NOT that kind of man, why would you even think that?' He looks hurt. I immediately retract my comment.
'Sorry Pace, I know. It's just been a long, long day.' I look at him pleadingly, hoping he'll cross the room and give the hug I need to make my day better. He just looks at me with disgust in his eyes, and I know that he's not going to give me one. 'I'm going to bed Joey. Good night.' That's it? That's all he can offer me?
'Fuck you Pace.' He turns around to me, anger flashing through his eyes. 'No Joey, you haven't fucked me for weeks. Like I said, it's been a hard fucking day. Next time you talk to me like that, you'll have to excuse me for not being kind towards you.' I cross my arms, glaring at him. 'You've been at work all day, and you can't even give me a hug? I haven't seen you for weeks Pace, you have come in late when I'm in bed, and you're gone before I get up with Megan. Remember Megan? Your daughter? I'd like her to remember her dad you know!' Pacey looks hurt that I bought his daughter into it. 'She misses you Pace. I do too.' I add softly. Pacey strides over to me, and gives me a short hug, before breaking away. 'I know Joey, I know. But I'm trying, I really am.' A short hug is all he can manage after six years of marriage huh? What a joke.
'Pacey?' He turns around again, looking impatient, and irritated. 'What, Joey? I want to go to bed. Remember, I have work? Or did that slip your mind.' I don't care anymore. I give up.
'I want a divorce.' He looks at me, aghast. He didn't see that one coming.
'Well, Josephine. I've never denied you anything, and I'm not about to stop now.' With that, he grabs his car keys off the side, and heads straight back out the door, into the night. I have no idea where he's going. I don't care. I let hot, heavy tears fall down my face. I sob quietly into the night, trying not to wake my daughter, unaware of the heartache surrounding her parents.
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