y/n & j | hurt.
6 months postpartum
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It was about 6 PM when he came home and I told him I needed to speak with him.
Are you okay?” He asked me.
“Yes” I tell him, knowing I’m not. My stomach is turning, my face is hot and I don’t know how to tell my husband that I know he is having an affair and I am about to leave him.
I don’t want to. At all. I love this man with everything in me. We have been through different stages of life together, watched each-other become parents, started our careers, and there’s not a day since we met that we’ve spent apart. He’s my world. My child’s father. My best friend and I can’t remember life without him. How can I leave him?
But also, how could he step out on me? On us? How could he look another woman in the eye knowing it’s not me and tell her things that only he should tell me and treat her a way he should only treat me. He made a commitment for the rest of his life to me, to us.
I can’t even think about looking at another man, let alone sleeping with one. The thought of hurting my husband makes me want to throw up.
My thoughts are interrupted by our son waking up so I bury my feelings and my thoughts because I have to be okay, I can’t let my kid see me not okay, isn’t that what being a mother is all about?
We sit on the couch and I ask my husband to join me.
My face is so hot and my stomach is doing backflips and I just want to cry looking at this man. I love him so much, how could he do this to me? But do I even want to know?
“Did you cheat on me?” I just flat out say it. What’s the point of wasting time? If I look at him any longer I’ll keep remembering how much I love him and then I’ll just give in, I know I will.
He looked shocked that I just asked like that, then he stared at me in my eyes for about 1 minute and immediately put his head down.
My heart sank. I let out a small sigh, looked down at my kid and there was the tears. I knew. He told me all I needed to know without saying a single wrong.
I had so much I wanted to say but did he deserve for me to say anything? 10 years of marriage so I felt that I deserved to speak and I needed an explanation but I didn’t want to think about it anymore. I didn’t want to think about my husband with another woman. Kissing, touching, being intimate with another woman that’s not me, his wife.
My eyes felt so low but I still looked up at him. He locked eyes with me and suddenly I saw a different person, I didn’t know him.
“I love you” he said to me, his voice choking up.
Why does it hurt me to see him hurting and upset? But I don’t know why, He hurt me. He betrayed me.
“I have so much to say and even though I don’t think I should be doing the talking, I also don’t want to hear you explain it to me because that will hurt me even more” I say. I wanted to ask you do you love me? Did our family mean anything to you? How could you ever look at someone the way you are only supposed to look at me and then come home to me? I wanted to ask that but I know you will tell me that you love me, our family means everything to you and that the affair was nothing to you and that it will never happen again but I know that it is not the truth because If it was you would never be able to do this to me” I tell him while crying. I didn’t want to cry but how could I not?
“I love you” he repeats while looking at me. “I’m sorry, I never wanted this for our son, we always said together forever and that he would see that.”
“His dad stepped out.” I bluntly say.
He wipes his face. There goes the tears. Now I’m getting angry, how are you crying when you broke our family apart?
I look at him and I can tell he is about to say something.
“You will always be the woman that was made for me. You gave me my son, a family and a new life. Some men dream about having the life I have, some men would kill for it and I took it for granted. I knew what I was doing and I didn’t stop it, I knew my family was at home and I continued it and I knew it would hurt you and a part of me didn’t care but also knew I would lose my family so I tried to hide it. “ he says.
Ouch. It hurts so bad to hear him say this but I also know it’s the truth.
“ Thank you for your honesty. I just don’t understand” I reply. We were fine one day. What did I do? What changed?
“Don-“ he tried to speak.
“What did I do to make you fall out of love with me? To make you not care about us? It’s not just me you should’ve thought about. We brought a child into this world and you should’ve thought about him, you didn’t think about him!” I cried.
“Stop blaming yourself.” He tried to move closer to me but I put a hand up to stop him.
“No. Don’t do that. You’re wrong.” I say.
He moves back to his original spot on the couch.
“Are you leaving?” He asks me. “Taking him with you?”
I look down at my son and my heart hurt. He doesn’t deserve this. He deserves for us to be a happy family and I can’t even look at my husband because I never wanted this, I don’t want our family to not be together every day but I can’t stay here, it won’t be the same.
“Yes” I tell him softly. “You know I don’t want you to feel like I am taking him from you.”
“You are, I don’t want to be without him or you.” He sits up.
“I have no choice. We talked about this before and we had a solution we both agreed on so it is not my fault you forgot about that when you decided you didn’t care to keep your family anymore.” I sharply tell him.
“Stay.” he tells me.
“No.”
“I love you.” He puts his head in his hands. “I love you.” He repeats with his head down.
“No.”
“You want to take my kid and figure it out but I don’t want to be without you.”
“Stop.” I say.
“You’re begging me to stay after you cheated on me. You’re selfish. You are still not thinking about me or our son. You were here but not here. You didn’t treat us like you loved us or wanted a family but here you are acting like you are going to miss us so bad and we aren’t even gone yet. It’s not easy for me to leave, it’s so fucking hard to look you in the eye, tell you we’re leaving and come to terms with it because I was present, I always thought about you and our kid. I don’t care for your apology because you haven’t said much about you cheating, just begging me to stay. Stop.” I say to him.
“How did you find out?” He asked me softly.
“I always knew.” I tell him. “I always knew because I was always alone, slept alone, woke up alone, watched our son grow alone, and ate dinner alone. I shouldn’t be alone if I have a husband so where is my husband? I knew right away. For the sake of our family, I always wanted to get it out of my head but the signs were all there.”
“I’m sorry for hurting you and I’m sorry I am the reason we are like this.” He tells me.
“Tell that to him.” I say to him as I stand up with our son and head to the bedroom.
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An Analysis of a Glyph from the Memorite Society: Their Creation Myth
NOTE: This is incomplete. I am also not a cultural anthropologist. I just write stories, watch OSP, and am not a guy. I hope that satisfies some credentials. The reason this is not complete and probably wildly inaccurate is because the society, as established in the first paper published in the Twitter Journal of Scientific Jokesters, is wildly misunderstood (reference to original paper) and little information since then has surfaced.
So I did some digging and research and found the glyph "Duality of Man (yeesh, we need to update that)" could also represent this civilization's creation myth.
So:
In the beginning, there was nothing. And then, there was light. It was the purest of all lights, and all was well, until one day, some light split to form color, and other light collided to form matter. With matter came shadows, because nature appreciates a balance. These shadows were separated from the light into another world, and a great wall, higher than a thousand heavens and guarded by stories and whispers told on both sides. The other side of the wall was bad. One must not cross the wall, or the shadows would taint their shadowness or the light would lose its lightness.
However, walls crumble. It’s almost to be expected, unless in the future, someone invents an indestructible wall. And when the walls crumbled, a being of the light saw their shadow counterpart. This other being, despite lacking color and all that was considered cool, was still living and deserving of respect.
They, for about five days, were roommates. Eventually, they moved on top of the wall where the being of light opened a bookstore and the being of shadow created plants. That is why you must not neglect plants or put them in the light. They went on many adventures together, and their stories are well documented. (NOTE: we lost all these to time).
And when they stood trial, they stood it together; hands clasped in a gesture of love as they were declared guilty.
“But,” one said, eyes firm with admiration and determination. “Am I guilty?”
Suddenly, the two merged into the first human: a being of both good and evil, and capable of the one thing neither the light beings nor the shadow beings could do: set things on fire.
Over many, many years, the barrier between worlds broke down as the half-lives found their counterparts and became whole. Some had more than one counterpart, and to this day, they call towards each other. However, the ones who were whole without fragments were considered perfect, and there was much envy towards them because they were sacred. They were mirrors of the past, and mirrors show both what we love and what we hate.
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We have no knowledge of their gods beyond the Many-Faced God of war and medicine, with the tenth and fourteenth aspects more highly venerated in certain circles, with a dedicated cult centered around the eighth aspect. There also appears to be one god of intelligence. The deity of children, Blorbo, must be protected at all costs.
More updates as more information is found.
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