AN: My first fic ever, if you'd like to be my beta, please email me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
I found your picture in his things the other day. You're smiling at the camera, you're glowing, and I bet he was grinning when he took it. I hate you, even though it's probably not your fault that he loves you. I know he's never laid a finger on you, he cherishes his vows too much for that, but I can see he doesn't love me anymore. We rarely make love, and when we do, he's cold and distant.
On the rare occasion I see you two at work together, I can tell by the way he looks at you. I can tell that if he could, he'd take you right then and there. But he respects me, he respects his family too much for that, and he respects you. He values your friendship more then the love I have for him, and I know that I'm becoming an obstacle in his life. I don't want him cold and bitter years from now, when you're off with another man, wondering on what could have been. I've tried to shrug it off as my own insecurity and paranoia, but I am reminded of his love for you whenever I remember that look, the way he touches you.
Your co-workers notice it, heck; even your ADA notices it. They all look at me with that look of pity and guilt for knowing what they know. I've cried myself to sleep more times then I can remember, waiting for him to come home, knowing he's with you. Knowing he'd rather be there, sitting across from you, and watching you, then here, in bed, with me. Knowing he's laughing with you, touching you, and comforting you. Loving you.
The worst part of it is, you're the only one that is completely oblivious to his feelings for you. You're oblivious to the fact that even though I'm ashamed of myself, I silently pray for your departure from his life, I silently pray for the day you find another man, I silently pray for the day you die. And I know that you can't understand why I have the feelings I do towards you. But I hope you can understand where I'm coming from. Because I envy you. I may have his children, his name and his ring, but you have his heart.
I'm going to the living room now. My husband is home, and he's tired and worn out.
And I'm going to be there to comfort him, and to ask him of his day.