When Love Lasts

I stared at the man I married as he broke my heart bit by bit.

Richard sighed, "Riley, I came home to no food or any type of loving welcome and you're telling me about reading Myra a story?"

My lip trembled, "you hardly spend time with her as it is, why can't you do this one thing for your daughter!"

He looked at me and grabbed his Givenchy tailored jacket as he started heading towards the bedroom door. "Where are you going?" I anxiously asked.

"Richard, please!" I desperately whispered. I grabbed his steamed tailored suit and pleaded with him.

"What about Myra?" He hardly spared me a second glance as he yanked his hand from my grasp and stormed through the door.

I stared at the freshly polished mahogany door as his car sped off in the distance. Richard changed so drastically after Myra was born.

Myra is our little girl who just turned 2 years old. We've been trying to have children for quite some time now but he doesn't even spend time with her.

As I slide down the floor and cried my eyes out for the fifth time this week as memories of us flashed through my mind. What happened to my Richard?

Not only does he not spend time with his daughter but he doesn't even eat breakfast with me anymore. When our marriage was strong we always talked about the importance of leaving the house with pleasant memories of each other. We both agreed that eating breakfast as a family would help strengthen our bond.

Now, all he cares about is work. He's always working and never has time for us. I don't know what else to do. Whenever I try talking to him about our failing relationship he quickly dismisses the topic or we end up arguing.

At first I blamed his new position which came with double the workload, but now, I've given up trying to find out the source of his anger.

My heart clenched as I remembered the look of pure hatred and disgust on his face as I pleaded with him yesterday to kiss his daughter good night.

We no longer spend time together, let alone eat breakfast side by side. Richard once loved when I made my famous omelet sandwich for him, but now doesn't even stay for breakfast. He claims that his boss asked him to come in early, but recently he's been coming home late as well.

Richard stopped saying he loved me shortly after Myra was born and hardly even shows it. I feel so alone in this marriage. Where is the man I married?

My hand began to tremble as realization dawned on me. Am I the problem?

"Knock, knock" I jumped and hastily wiped my eyes as I was pulled out of my inner turmoil.

I prayed that my eyes were not too puffy. I hesitated and debated on whether I should open the door.

"Open the door Riley, I know you can hear me." I rolled my eyes and sighed slowly opening the door.

My bestfriend Bella, stood impatiently at the door with ice cream and marshmallows. "I brought our favorite," I smiled. "I know how it gets when Richard gets home."

I stepped aside and she headed straight towards the kitchen.

"Where's Myra?" She questioned.

I grabbed two bowls. "She's asleep in her room" I answered tiredly.

Bella sighed hard and turned towards me. "Ry, why do you stay with him-"

"Bella, we've been through this," I argued. "I'm afraid, without him Myra and I would be homeless."

Tears streamed down my face for a second time today. "You know the bakery shop doesn't pay much, and I can't crash at your place with you and the twins."

Bella rushed to me and pulled me into a hug while my tears soaked her cotton sleeve.

She sighed and hugged me tighter, "I know Ry, I know."

I need to do better for myself, for Myra.

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