Letters to my Ex

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            Gabriella Sarmiento Wilson
Nashville, Tennessee
9:34am

i'm laying in bed with my eyes closed when i hear the shower turn on.

i haven't checked the time yet, but with the sound of my husband showering, i assume it's time to get ready for work.

maybe i should take a shower too

i climb out of bed and look down at my half-naked body.

even though i'm feeling a little frisky this morning, i don't want to disturb his morning routine.

i know how grumpy he can be in the morning.

feeling a little disappointed, i walk across the room and put on my robe as i wait for him to finish.

a few minutes later, the water turns off.

he opens the door with nothing but a towel on.

i try not to look, but i can't help it.

"how are you this morning?"

he asks as he ask he slicks his wet hair back with his hands.

"good. and you?"

"yeah, i'm good"

there are a few moments of awkward silence between the two of us.

"well, i better get dressed. i have a big day of work ahead of me"

"yeah, i'm going to hop in the shower"

i awkwardly maneuver around him to get to the bathroom and shut the door fast behind me.

why do things have to be so tense between us? i miss the old days when he couldn't keep his hands off me

discouraged, i walked towards the mirror and look at my reflection staring back at me.

i stare at my face, how the years have slowly shown their mark on me.

my eyes move to my shoulder, looking at the skin peeking through as my robe slips off my arm.

i just want to feel wanted again

i can't help but feel unsatisfied where my life has ended up.

knowing there's nothing i can do about it right now, i take the rest of my clothes off and hop in the shower.