Infidelity (Written for #ProseChallenge but rebelling against the entry fee! Viva!)

Tonight I have to watch you do it yet again. The passion which you two share angers me. Where’s our passion? You’re such a whore sometimes.

I love you, dearly.

I resort to sneaking around in the darkness of your garden to catch a glimpse of you, naked, taking him in. I feel like an animal. What have you done to me? Where does this end? How does this end? Why did we end up like this?

Explain yourself!

Why did you bear his children? I don’t like following them around in the street, wondering how easily I could hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. And why do you share meals with these people? Why do you bathe them?

I hate them. I might hate you, too. But only time will tell.

Would you even remember me, if we bumped into each other on the street? Of course, you would, you’re the one who sent me away. And we aren’t allowed to “bump” into one another on the street anymore, are we?

You did this to us!

But I’m back, baby, won’t you take me back? This time it’s going to be easier, smoother. I don’t ever want to cause you any pain, physical or otherwise.

Tomorrow you’ll see me and it’ll be like nothing ever happened, I promise. I have a plan. I will forgive you, of course, I will. You’ll never see him again, however. He’ll never see you again either. Don’t worry, I am going to take care of it.

You’ll be mine, and mine only, forever!

Honey, I’m coming home!