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Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling.
I woke up alone again. I was concerned until I remembered what had happened the night before. I groaned and closed my eyes, processing what happened.
Ron and I got into another fight. I can barely remember what it was about. Something stupid, probably. Being in my first trimester of pregnancy, my heightened emotions were a little overwhelming, so I'd...overreacted a bit. We were both really angry last night and suddenly, out of nowhere, Ron just bellowed over my shouting, which scared Cameron, our 4-year-old son.
"THAT'S IT! I'M DONE!" he shouted before grabbing his coat and stomping out of the house. I didn't even flinch when he slammed the front door. I didn't bother running after him. I just sat down in the nearest chair and sighed.
Even when we were kids, I'd noticed that Ron had a habit of bailing when he was angry, like that night in the woods when we were hunting for horcruxes. I just thought that he'd be different for me, when we were married. I thought that I could love him enough to change him. I felt that it was my duty to do so, as his girlfriend and later, his wife. But getting married didn't change anything. He still walked out quite frequently, sometimes for weeks at a time. Sometimes he comes back stumbling and smelling like alcohol. Sometimes he comes back with vomit all over him. Sometimes he comes back acting like he never left. But he always comes back. He always says he's sorry. Ron's a nice guy. I believe him. It's my fault for being so insufferable. So I try to be as agreeable as I can. I complained to my aunt once. She really put things into perspective for me.
"Sweetheart, maybe you should be thankful that all he does is walk out when he's mad. You know, some husbands stay and beat up their kids. Some husbands beat their wives. You wouldn't want that to happen to you and Cameron, now would you?" she asked me. I said nothing, but shook my head. After that, I tried to be a good wife. I normally avoided him when he was in a bad mood because I knew from experience that anything could spark his anger. I made sure not to do anything without asking him first. I made sure not to bother him while he was watching television. And I slept with him whenever he was in the mood, even if I wasn't. But no matter what I did, I wasn't enough. We weren't enough. So eventually, I gave up trying to stop him from leaving. I just let him go. I made enough to take care of me and Cameron. I just wish I knew when he'd come back. Say what you want about Ron, but he still loves me. He says so, at least.
I woke up alone this morning. But I wasn't surprised. It was just routine.