1958.

The lavender scare was a rough time in American history. Many men who favored the effeminate or didn't wed by 20 were often seen as possible gays. Gerard was 36, a comic book writer and illustrator, wore more out there outfits, had longer hair (even if it wasn't really that long), he dodged the war draft in the 40's, and was unwed. Everyone thought he was a homosexual.

He didn't care about these rumors at first, but then extremists started to boycott. And it was really affecting his income. So when he met a lady, who was nice and he got along with, he immediately married her. That lady happened to be you.

There was an expectation of children and a family on his back, and he didn't appeal to it. You didn't know why until you caught him in bed with another man when you came back early from brunch with a friend.

I guess it made sense why he never kissed you, or made love to you, or really attempted to pursue a future with you. He was a homosexual. You never snitched, really. Keep your lips shut. You didn't want to be targeted. And plus, you still loved Gerard.

You were washing dishes. You hadn't really talked to him since you found out. He slowly walked next to you, setting his hands on the counter and looking over.

"Hey..."