(COMPLETED)Ryan, a stunning woman, seems to have it all-a loving home, a fulfilling career, and a supportive family. Despite the perfect image of her marriage, recent struggles have left her feeling down. During a girls' night out, she reunites with...
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"I had just finished setting the table in our dining area, and as I completed the task, Keith returned with Rocky trailing behind him. I couldn't help but notice the tension in his demeanor. (The dinner table )
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"I asked, 'What's the matter with you?'
He replied curtly, 'Nothing.' Keith sat down to eat, but his attitude was palpable.
I pressed on, saying, 'Sooo you're the one who wanted to talk, yet you have nothing to say.'
Keith picked up his fork and knife to cut his steak, pointedly ignoring me.
As we began eating, the silence in the room was so profound that you could hear a pin drop.
I couldn't contain my frustration and called out, 'KEITH!'
He snapped back, 'WHAT?!!' It sent a shiver down my spine because he had never spoken to me like that before."
Keith continued to cut his steak with a clenched jaw, clearly not wanting to discuss it. "I said I don't want to talk, Ryan."
I persisted, "We can't keep ignoring the fact that something is seriously wrong. I can't forget that night, Keith, and every time I think about it, it makes me furious."
The argument was in full swing, and it was getting personal.
I stood there, paralyzed by Keith's heated and frustrated outburst. He hollered, "YOU'RE ONE TO TALK, RYAN! I found a FUCKIN' condom wrapper under my side of the bed when I went to change for dinner!!!!!"
My heart raced as I hadn't anticipated him discovering the evidence.
His voice climbed, almost yelling, "You're pissed off at me for the same thing you fucking did!"
I shot back, my voice wavering, "Keith, FUCK YOU! YES! I admit I cheated, but it was just once (I lied) "YOU CHEATED ON ME FIRST, and now you want me to feel bad for doing the same thing to you? or forgive you like it's no big deal?" I grabbed my empty plate and walked over to the sink.
He followed me, his emotions still running high. "So you're really gonna admit that you fucked another dude, in OUR house, in OUR bed?"
"Why would I fucking lie about it?!"
"You know what's sad? You probably wouldn't have told me if I hadn't found the wrapper."
I stood there in silence, unable to deny his words.
"Who was it with?" He asked calmly but with evident rage.
"None of your business, I was safe, so you don't have to worry about any diseases."
I turned back around to put the dishes in the dishwasher, and what he did next caught me completely off guard.
"Keith!! WHAT THE FUCK?! Let me go!" He grabbed me from behind, choking me.
"You think it's ok to not only bring a dude here, but to fuck him in my bed too?? Bitch, you got me FUCKED UP!"
"Keith!" I managed to say in a faint scream, struggling to breathe. "Please let me go! I can't breathe!"
Just then, I heard my front door open, and someone took an object and struck him over the head with it, causing Keith to fall to the ground, and I gasped loudly for air.
Desperately trying to catch my breath, my mother came to my rescue.
"Honey! Are you okay?" She asked, filled with extreme concern.
"Y-yeah, I'm alright," I managed to say through tears streaming down my face.
"What the hell is going on here?!" My mom asked.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I wiped away the tears. "I'm okay, Mom. It's just been a crazy night."
My mother shot a disapproving glance at Keith, who was now groaning on the floor. "I'm calling the cops."
She rushed to grab her cellphone, but I hurried to stop her. "Mom, please, don't."
"This man has put his damn hands on you."
"Mom, it's okay. I'm okay."
Keith, still recovering from the blow, didn't respond. I could see the remorse in his eyes, but it didn't erase the pain he had caused.
"Baby, I'm so sorry," he said, tears streaming down his face as he remained on the floor.
"I want you to pack your shit and leave, Keith. I want a divorce."
My mother stood there, just as shocked as I was. I hadn't expected those words to roll off my tongue so easily, but they did.
I went into the bathroom to check myself out, making sure I didn't have any bruising around my neck.
"Honey, are you okay?"
Without saying any words, I broke down in my mother's arms, sobbing, just as Keith entered with multiple suitcases to apologize once more.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that."
"Keith, just go!" I said, raising my voice.
"You want me to take Rocky."
"Keith, he's your dog, not mine, so what do you think."
My mom and I followed him to the front door, with my mother leading the way.
——————————————— I'm sorry it took so long to write this! I'm going thru a bad situation right now and decided to write this scene out of the rage I'm currently feeling! I don't condone violence at all, but this is what I'm feeling right now 😡COMMENT + VOTE😡 ——————————————— Song: Breakdown - Mariah Carey
