A/N: Hey everyone, This is my First fanfiction EVER so please be nice but constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. I've written this on a whim so all mistakes are my own, feel free to review or PM.

Disclaimer: If I owned The Mentalist, Do you still think i would be sitting in school?

We've been married for three years now and you would think that he would remember our wedding anniversary right? Well apparently not. He said it slipped his ming during the stressful case we've been working on, you know, it being a Red John case and all but still, I was under the impression that he could never forget anything once he committed to his 'Memory Palace'. It just makes me wonder if he truly loves me at all, or if he just did this to make he 'feel better'. I guess it did when he chose me over Red John and Lorelei Martins. Eww, just thinking about that name makes me cringe. I really did hate her guts but I can see why he slept with her before me. She was young, and so beautiful and I guess (more like hope and pray to God) that he was so drunk that he didn't know what he was doing or who he was doing it with.

So here I am, in my apartment (seeing as he lived in a motel or on a couch for all of the time we were working together and still does) sitting by the table with a freshly baked cake, waiting for him to walk through the door and into my arms.

I spent hours waiting by the door for him to show up. Just sitting and waiting. No TV. No radio, just sitting and waiting. It was not until 3am that I finally gave up and decided to try and get some sleep before work tomorrow.

The next morning I walked into the bullpen at 6am sharp as usual, cake in hand ready to start the day of paperwork and forget what happened (or what didn't happen) last night. As the Major crimes floor starts to get busier as the sun rises, I take a break from the mountain of paperwork stacked on my desk and stroll into the kitchen to serve up some cake for the members of my team. Just as I finished, the last member of my team, Wayne Rigsby, settled himself at his desk, smiling like an idiot, while telling my next in charge Kimball Cho, what I can only assume to be another story about his son Ben. I swear that man can write a whole encyclopedia on his son and still wont be enough. I look over to see my junior agent, Grace Van Pelt, already tackling her share of the previous cases paperwork. She is by far one of the best agents i've seen walk through those doors. I walk over to each of the desks and place a piece of cake down in front of each agent, conveniently forgetting to give my pain in the ass consultant/husband a piece and continue to walk back to the confides of my office, munching of a piece of that delicious cake. I can see the confusion in their faces, but waste no time digging into the triple layer chocolate cake that was put out in front of them.

The next time I step out into the bullpen is at lunch time and I can see how hungry Rigsby is getting, so I let him know that the rest of the cake is in the fridge before making myself a cup of coffee and walking back to my office, ignoring my husbands calls from his couch.

Halfway through my third cup of coffee, I hear a faint knock on the door and wave the person in, not realising that it was Jane. He stood in front of my desk and stared at me like I was growing another head. Mt efforts to ignore him were slowly fading before I finally gave up.

"What do you want Jane" I said, trying to show no emotion.

"I want to know what is wrong Teresa?" Oh Lord, the way he says my name makes all the anger I feel for him disappear. NO. I cannot do that again. Focus.

"Nothing is wrong. Why would you think that?" I say still looking down at my paperwork.

"Well you haven't talked to me all day"

"Oh Haven't I, well it must of slipped my mind" I spat, sarcasm dripping from the last words. He walked around my desk and spun my chair around so that we are face to face. Damn, there was no were to escape now. I hate it when he does this but love it at the same time.

"Talk to me" he says, his voice full of concern.

"Talk to you, TALK TO YOU" I begin to shout. "How can I talk to you when you aren't even around. You NEVER come home, NEVER go out for dinner, NEVER do anything that normal couples are supposed to do. We didn't even have a proper honeymoon because of you stupid obsession. So how could you ask me to talk to you if you aren't even there to listen to me." Before he gets another word out, I continue. "All I ever wanted for you was to see that you could be happy if you just open for god damn eyes and look. I was always here for you and you took that to your advantage. I guess they did say that love was blind." I took a deep breath before continuing. "I can't help you if you keep yourself locked up in that old attic, so i'll give you a choice: Be Happy and live your life, as your wife would of wanted or agree to a divorce.."

"Teresa.."

I quickly put my hand up to silence him before continuing

"Because, Patrick, it was our anniversary yesterday and you didn't even remember. You never forget anything until now, you even said so yourself. I will not wait around for you to break my heart Patrick. Here."

I hand him my rings, gather my keys, gun and purse from my desk while attempting and failing to keep the tears from rolling down my face and proceed to walk towards the elevator without a second glance back and the man I left behind. I'm glad I didn't because if I did, I would of forgiven him in a heart beat.