not too sure whether i actually covered the word in this or just wrote what i imagined it to be...
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5. Lament
"I need you to leave."
That's what she'd told him, and while she knew it was the right thing to do— he'd put her and their children in danger, she couldn't help but regret the decision.
Sure, she was angry. He'd fallen off the wagon and had kept it from her while she'd excitedly planned for the arrival of their second child.
He had brushed the entire thing off like it was nothing, assuring her it wouldn't happen again and she knew that he would keep his word. But, he was an addict and would always struggle with his addiction, and she'd been forced to make the hard decision.
Now he had something to work towards, to motivate him not to gamble again, to attend gamblers anonymous meetings and return home.
She had wanted so desperately to hold him, kiss him, reassure him that everything would be okay, but things weren't okay and he needed to understand that in order to overcome his addiction. He'd done it before and she knew he could do it again, she'd be there for him every single step of the way, however, from a distance.
What she'd done was logical. She'd asked him to leave so he could gain perspective, and was confused why the decision had hurt so much.
She'd always been logical, always followed what logic told her.
So why did every single logical reason appear insignificant compared to the fact that she was in love with him, he was her husband and she'd just kicked him out of his own home when he'd needed her most.
She sobbed helplessly, her cheeks flushed and wet, blue eyes bloodshot and sore as she lay on their bed, unable to sleep knowing she was the reason that he wasn't sleeping beside her.