A lot of people have reviewed lately asking for more…this is the original more that I had planned out but never planned on publishing it because readers seemed to like the happy ending and well truth be told I am somewhat of a cynic. So for those who wanted more…..here you go, a second part. More will be posted when I have time. I have to type everything into my computer because it was all hand written this story so please is patient more will come. Being a college student however is very time consuming.
To tell you the truth I had been so scared that day that I would walk out into the church full of people and he wouldn't be there. That he wouldn't be standing there waiting for me, ready to say those words that would tie him down to me for eternity…in theory. But he was. And he said "I do" without hesitation. He didn't even seem to have a single doubt about us getting married, not that day or the four years after. Then one day he came home from his day of residency piss assed drunk and something had changed, something had snapped. I never fooled myself into thinking that I would have the perfect white picket fence life but I had seemed to somehow become deluded in those four years to think that I had something pretty close to perfect. But here is the truth…in life there is no such thing as perfection.
I had become a writer for a local newspaper while Edward finished his residency. We had bought a small home just outside of the city that had a small brick pathway lined with pansies and white siding and dark blue shutters. It was home. It was perfect. I was putting the finishing touches on dinner before Edward came home. I had cooked his favorite roast beef, roasted potatoes, and green beans with an apple pie for dessert because tonight I had something big to tell him. I was pregnant. And as nervous as I was about becoming a mother I was also so elated. I heard the front door open and Edward drop his bag in his normal spot by the door.
"Hey sweetie, I am in the kitchen!" I shouted when I didn't hear his normal welcome home greeting. I was standing at the small island chopping a head of lettuce when I heard Edward shuffling his feet into the kitchen. I glanced up as he approached and I could feel the smile fall from my face as I looked into his face that was contorted into a look of agony. His eyes were blood shot and I could smell the alcohol on his breath from across the island as he heaved in and out as if he was going to be sick.
"Edward, what's wrong?" I put down the knife that I had been using and was about to walk around to gather him in my arms when he held his hand up and stumbled backwards to the table. I sat down in the chair next to him and positioned my body to face his. I wanted to take his hands in mine but in his right hand he gripped a bottle of Jack Daniels and in the other a crumbled sheet of paper.
"Edward, I asked for one night. One night where you wouldn't go out drinking with your friends. I told you that I had something to tell you but I guess that isn't worth much to you these days." I wanted to look away and let the tears come but as he pulled the bottle to his lips once more and took a swig, I lost my sadness and it was replaced with rage. Before I could slap away the bottle as I so desperately wanted to do the crumpled sheet of paper fell into my lap.
I smoothed out the paper glancing back up to my green eyed god of a husband every few seconds just to see him downing more and more of the bottle. Once I final straighten it out to the point I could read it my hands started to tremble and I looked at the man that I had given my everything to four years ago. The man that was going to be the father of my unborn baby….
"I want a divorce." It was all he said as he took another gulp from the nearly empty bottle.