Note: I didn't write this, credits to the writer
Summary: People say that time heals all wounds. In your case, time made it worst. You've been married to Chris for five years, but his absence spoke louder than his words. After 5 years of trying, you've decided that you've had enough, and you left him. But Chris doesn't want to let you go; he doesn't want to give up on your marriage.
Would he be able to fix what you consider irretrievably broken?
Warning: Angst, tiny tiny mentions of sex
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"It is better to hope than despair."
-Lailah Gifty Akita,
You finally knocked. After standing in front of that door for what felt like an eternity now, Your legs felt like jelly, and your heart was pounding in your chest. You were feeling more anxious than the day of your wedding, and the irony of the situation made you almost laugh. Almost, but not quite. You were about to when Lisa opened the door.
She was as radiant as ever, a big, warm smile on her face. Honestly, it surprised you. You knew that she knew. Now that Chris was back, there was no way Lisa wouldn't know what was going on. That man told everything to his mother.
Lisa let you in, and you followed her into the living room. The house felt like a second home to you. Actually, it felt more like home than your place with Chris sometimes. There was always something happening here. When you left your house, you almost came here. But you felt like it was unfair to Chris. Lisa was his mom, and her house was his safe place, not yours.
"Chris told me everything. How are you holding up honey, are you okay?" Lisa asked you
Her kindness broke your last defense. Her genuine, motherly concern about you made you feel guilty that you didn't come to her sooner. Lisa had always been so kind to you, taking you in as her own daughter from the moment Chris introduced you as his girlfriend. Your lips started to shiver as you were trying your best to hold the tears back.
"Oh, honey... please don't cry."
She took you in her arms, and you broke into tears. It may have lasted five minutes or an hour; you weren't sure. These days you were crying so much it was just the new normal.
Your best friend had been a great support to you, but she had to. She was your best friend. Chris's mom was supposed to be on his side, defending her son's best interest. Not yours.
"Why didn't you tell me things were that bad, Y/N?" Lisa asked you
You looked away. Somehow ashamed that you thought Lisa would reject you.
"I ... I don't know. Chris is your son, and..."
"And you're my daughter. Y/N, you're family. We all love you!" Lisa said, taking her hands into yours. "Plus, I bet some even love you more than Chris," Lisa joked.
You laughed, feeling a little bit more at ease now. "I'm sorry..." you whispered.
"Don't be. I am sorry we didn't see anything," Lisa said
You shook your head. It wasn't their fault. They weren't responsible, Chris and you were. It was your marriage, after all.
Lisa asked for your version of the story, and you could tell she was trying to be as partial as possible. You hated that you had to put her in that situation. She cringed when you told her Chris didn't notice you were gone until he went to Carly's place.
