Where was it that I was supposed to go with a two year old and a newborn who would be here in four short weeks? I had no job, no money, may as well as have had no family. What in the world was I going to do? Not that he could make me leave. I was on the lease just like he was. But it was agonizing to know that he didn’t want me there, and nobody stays long in a place where they are not wanted.Over the next month, I did my best to fight for my marriage and try to show Sydney that I was a good wife. Regardless of how much pain I was in, I managed to prepare meals, even if it was just a couple of hot dogs and frozen French fries. I put more effort into keeping up with the laundry, although the smell of detergent literally made me gag. I had to hold my breath just to load the washer then quickly wobble away until I made it to the next room. I didn’t have much in the way of maternity clothes, but the few I did have, I started putting them on every day and taking my hair down from the head scarf I would usually keep on twenty four/seven. It made no sense to fuss with my hair just to sit up in the house being miserable, but I felt I had everything riding on this and just had to do what I had to do.
Sydney was unfazed, often reminding me that he still wanted me to leave. He hardly ever ate the meals I cooked, turning up his nose at what I left in pots on the stove, not knowing what time to expect him in. Or announcing that he’d already eaten. He showed not appreciation of having clean clothes without him having to wash them himself, nor did he seem to appreciate that the house was just a tad bit tidier than it had been in months. To him, none of it mattered.
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