He was livid when I found out I was pregnant. Instantly, he started barking orders. In true doormat fashion, I heeled like a damn puppy. I quit my job, moved in with him and became the ‘little woman’ without the wedding ring that he wanted so badly. Well, that is over and done.
It’s time for Rachel’s last stand
Shaking my head, I square my shoulders and continue. “Tim, I don’t know what changed and when, specifically; but I do know I’m fed up with it. I don’t like what I’ve become, what we have become. You’ve belittled me into this doormat. I won’t live like this anymore,” I say gesturing between us.
His face unchanged, he sighs. “You know how I feel. Go on if that’s what you want. Really not that much of a loss,” he grounds out, rolling over in the bed and clutching a pillow. “I’m going to bed. Lock up on your way out, will ya?”
“I can’t say that I’m surprised that you have no intention of going to say goodbye to your own daughter,” I mutter, rolling my eyes in frustration. “You really are a cold-hearted bastard sometimes.”
“Like she would know either way.” His comment should make me angry, but I feel pity for him. He can’t even see what he is missing out on.
“She may not, but you do. Your loss,” I bite out, storming through the doorway. “Pleasant dreams.”
Once I have loaded my car with our bags, I strap the baby into her carrier. Taking one last look at the place, I blow out a breath, square my shoulders, and walk out with my head held high.
I refuse to be weak another damn day in my life.
To Be Continued.
About the Author:
Cat Mason is a thirty-two year old mom to three crazy kids. Born and raised near St. Louis, Missouri, Cat prefers the slower pace of the country and currently lives on the Virginia/Tennesee border. When she isn’t spending time with her kiddos, or chasing around their various fur babies, Cat is reading, writing crazy stories filled with humor and steam, or spending time with friends and enjoying the great parts of life.
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