Marc stared at the early morning lights as it played across the ceiling above him.
Every morning I wake up, and for a split-second…I don’t remember she left.
don’t remember the unfounded accusations hurled my way, or how I wanted to rip the divorce papers into infinite pieces like she did to us.
But then I blink, and it all comes rushing back.
Every. Single. Day.
My dreams are filled with the raspy sounds of her voice urging me on, the bite of pain as her nails dig desperately into my back, and the way she looks to the heavens in awe as I push her over the edge.
And then…I wake up, and her side of the bed is as cold as my wrecked heart.
Throwing his legs over the side of the bed Marc dropped his head into his hands, grinding the palms of his hands into his sleep deprived eyes, with only one thought to get him through the day…
I’m not going to stop until I know why she threw us away.