Untying the Knot

by Meghan Quinn

“I don’t have anything to offer him.”

Ryot: Can we please fucking focus! I’m being bamboozled by my wife, and I need some help. Penn: He used bamboozled, must be serious. Banner: Bamboozled is most definitely only used when serious.

Why the hell am I so messed up?

I might matter to him, but I don’t matter the most. And that’s the cold, hard truth. Which breaks my heart. We were once so incredible together.

And I feel so empty. And I have a feeling I’m going to feel this way for a fucking long time.

Pathetic, groveling mouse. That’s all you are. Pathetic. You’ll never amount to anything. Especially as a crybaby.

I’ve spent our whole relationship focusing on your dreams.

“It’s hard to realize as a wife that you come second, that your opinion doesn’t matter, that you will and can be forgotten.

She then turns to me and says, “Myla, I see you’re still carrying that extra weight in your thighs.

hate that she has power over me, that she makes me feel so weak, so unwanted, that some of the things she said were true—”

“Ah,” she yells just as she sinks into my grasp. “You’re being rough.” I pull away just enough to ask, “You okay?” “More than okay,” she answers with a smile. “I want more. Fuck me hard, Ryot.”

“I’m here for you, baby, and I’m not leaving you. As much as you want to push, I’m not leaving.” He kisses the side of my head. “I’m loving you for the rest of my goddamn life. There will never be another woman, another human as important to me as you.” I break out into another sob as I clutch his shirt, holding on for dear life so I don’t feel like I’m drowning. “I need you, Ryot.” “I know, baby.”