Sometimes the people you’d take a bullet for, are the ones behind the trigger.
The Betrayal A Short Story Written by Linda Dawkins
As I sit looking at the dingey gray walls surrounding the motel room I rented out. I imagined that it was a prison or pit that I found myself in. Unable to come to terms with what happened over the past few years. Contemplating my next move. For now, it was quiet… Peace and quite.
Time and again I allowed myself to forgive the ever growing list of violations that occurred in those early days. I always told myself that the best revenge is to be happy. So I pretended to be happy be putting a smile on my face when all the while I was dying inside. How could I be in this type of shit?
A few months ago we were happy, chilling… Not a care in the world. Looking towards the future. I thought that I could never experience love to that extent. Perhaps this could all only be happening in a dream.
Thinking to myself, ” I’m always testing boundaries. ” Even after being warned by my older brother and father and after their repeated attempts to detour my intents to marry. We went ahead with. Quick, small with three witnesses. At the time I was thinking that I could always get a divorce later on down the line if it doesn’t work out. After all, being married to a man 20 years my younger? That’s a cougars nightmare.
Time and again I defended the fact that he was mature enough to handle a committed relationship when all the while I was only fooling myself.
The trouble started lingering before the marriage of course. When I was informed that my then fiancé had some sort of weird crush on my then 17 year old daughter.
He assured me and I suppose everyone else that knew about it that wasn’t the case. After all, “How could I even think like that? ” he says.
I should have taken it all in and gave up then. But as time passed I slowly realized that People never change… They just become more of who they really were and knowing this sucks big time.
Imagine the disappointment I felt when I was blatantly told, with as much vulgar cruelty that you aren’t your husbands wife.
Imagine coming face 2 face with your nemesis. The person whom you thought loved you actually hated you. Imagine the sudden change in the perspective of the eye… The look of compassion turns to disdain…
You know that look where you Know for certain that the person you once loved, probably Still do, doesn’t love you anymore, bluntly put hates you. You can tell. You can see it in their eyes. That’s The betrayal.
That feeling you get that moment when your best friend becomes your worst enemy.
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