Nine
Kelly
I laid back on the bed, shell-shocked.
He met someone else.
I couldn’t stop the feelings of helplessness that almost crippled me with their strength.
The last few weeks it seemed like there’d been one blow after another. I couldn’t even catch my breath before the next punch was thrown, hitting me squarely in the gut. It hurt to breath and my throat felt raw from the burn of tears.
My marriage hadn’t been without issues, but to me, it was perfect.
Now everything had changed. Everything except me, that is, and with each new bit of information I realized things weren’t going to get easier, or return to normal, once I left the hospital and went home.
As the tears streamed down my face, I wondered about Madeline.
I didn’t want to. I didn’t want visions of some faceless woman
