𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻

He's different

~ backstory ~ 

He said he'd be home by six, it's 9:30 where is he?

I tucked Alex into bed 2 hours ago and he's still not home. 

I sat at the dining table playing with my freezing cold chicken, saddened by the fact that my loving husband didn't live up to his promise of coming home by six. 

I threw my dinner in the trash and threw grayson's dinner away too, I washed the dishes before heading upstairs. I walked into me and grayson's bedroom as tears filled my eyes. I put some sweats on and got into bed. I stared at the ceiling and started to cry, he didn't even have the decency to call or text me as to why he wouldn't be home. 

I'm starting to believe that my husband is somewhere else, rather then at work. 

~ The next morning ~ 

I woke up and Grayson was asleep next to me. I sighed and got out of bed. I walked to Alex's room and woke him up 

"Hey baby" I smiled 

"Momma" his cute voice spoke to me as he hugged me 

I got him ready for preschool and took him to the kitchen 

"You want oats?" I smiled 

"Oats!" He cheered clapping his hands 

I made him some oats and sat at the table with him 

"Where's daddy?" He asked 

"He's asleep" I weak smiled 

"Why didn't he kiss me last night?"

His words broke my heart  

"He was just....busy at work" I smiled trying to reassure him 

"Okay" he grinned 

After a few more minutes he finished his breakfast and I drove him to school. 

When I got home I headed back upstairs to our room, Grayson was getting ready for work which he was already late for 

"Hey" I said walking inside 

He didn't say anything, he just continued to get ready 

"Where were you last night?" 

"None of your fucking business" he hissed at me

I was shocked, he's never spoken to me like that before 

"I was just asking a question" I looked down 

"Just shut up okay? Now make me some breakfast"

I walked out of the room and slowly dragged my feet to the kitchen. I stared outside while I made my husband's breakfast, wondering why he was acting so different. 

~~~~

It had been a month and nothing has changed. He's been yelling at me for nearly everything and he's been coming home late everyday. I don't know what to do. I don't know what's happened to him. Alex is scared of him, he's scared of his own father. 

I sat on the edge of our bed, dangling my legs off of the side, I heard him stumble up the stairs. He threw the bedroom door open 

"What's up with you?" He asked with no sympathy in his voice 

"Nothing" I looked at him before looking back down "it doesn't matter"

"What's wrong?" He asked even more angry