“I don’t want to hear your fucking excuses! How could you do that to someone? Did you not see the wedding ring on his finger?”
“Gerry!” she shouts, s
tumbling as she tries to stand up.
I match her movements until I’m pulled back into a familiar body, feeling his hot, bare skin against my back as he restrains me so I don’t do anything stupid.
“Get off me!” I shout, wriggling out of his arms and looking at them both, standing there with their mouths hanging open. “I hope you’re very happy together. Although, I don’t know how you’ll ever be able trust him. Once a cheater, always a cheater, right?”
“Harm—”
I silence him with my hand and shake my head. “I’ll be calling an attorney when I get to my mom’s, I’ll contact you through them. I was trying to be the bigger person by coming here today and being civil.” My fists clench as I look between him and his whore. “But you obviously couldn’t wait for me to be gone.”
I take one last look at them, conveying all of my hatred in the stares I leave them with before turning and walking out of the front door.
I hear footsteps race behind me so I speed up my walk until I’m at my car.
“Harmony!” Gerry shouts as I’m about to open the door. I fight myself to get in and drive away, but old habits die hard. I look back at him, seeing the remorse on his face for the first time since I found out he’d cheated on me. “I’m sorry, I...” He wipes a hand down his face. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
Normally I would have walked back up to him and told him that it was fine, that what happened doesn’t matter, but it’s not fine, and it does matter. His woe is me act won’t work on me anymore.
“Well at least we agree on something; I never wanted you to hurt me either. Go fuck yourself, Gerry, or your whore. Either way, you’re not my problem anymore.”
I drop into the driver's seat of my car, angry tears running down my face, but I know the enormity of the situation hasn’t hit me yet. It will, but for now I’m going to try and keep my head above water and concentrate on rebuilding my life.
My muscles tense at the thought of going it alone. Being alone frightens me more than anything, but I’ll do this, I have to.