My Unbreakable Heart: Nights of Insanity

It was 10 p.m.[image error]

He still wasn't home.

Dinner was cold. I was fuming.

This was our date night. He was due home at 7. His phone went straight to voicemail. I felt impotent and powerless. Not feelings I enjoyed all that much. #understatement

We'd only been married a few months and already our lives were tail-spinning out of control. We fought all the time. I was miserable. He was distant and hard.

I couldn't figure out where the misstep was. How had we gone from madly in love to just mad in such a short span?

In abject defeat I laid on the couch crying while the candles on our kitchen table melted to nothing

The door creaked open at 2:30 a.m. My eyes were nearly swollen shut from tears of self-pity. He stunk of cigarettes and alcohol. And he had that look. The look that speaks of hard liquor more than the smell and the uneven footsteps. The glossy eyes and lag in fine motor expressions. No amount of over-enunciation could wipe away the evidence that he was drunk off his ass. Again.

All the tears I had shed in my first few lonely months of marriage boiled to the surface, spewing out me in rage and hate.

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