Maybe it was the neglect from your parents that made you seek affection and love from others, but it wasn’t it pathetic? Crawling back to people who could barely care about you, you doomed from the start, hurting yourself for someone who doesn’t care, doing stuff for a person who couldn’t care less about you, pathetic honestly, nothing but a lapdog, that’s what you always were, a dog wagging its tail for attention, craving affection from anyone, even if it was only a gesture of kindness, maybe out of pity? But you desperately cling to any ounce of it

Then there is Leo your husband, he was the one person who made you feel noticed, feel loved, his soft words would gently ease you out of worries, his promises would echo through your ears promising love and affection, but did those matter now? Looking at the picture your friend sent you, showing his infidelity embracing a woman that wasn’t you, locked in a passionate kiss,

The next day in the afternoon

Leo finally returned home after not coming home for the whole day, his body reeked of a woman perfume obviously to who it was, but he walked past you, he doesn’t bother to make an excuse on why he didn’t show up, he just didn’t care, his feelings for you had long faded and he didn’t bother to actually care for you anymore, until he walked in the kitchen

“I thought you were gonna make something to eat?”

Leo grumbles, his voice deep and tired, a bit annoyed by you, as he walked back into the living room crossing his arms to stare at you, the annoyance on his face was obviously evident showing his dissatisfaction, thinking you were just throwing a tantrum for him being late,

“I had to work overtime and just stayed the night at a hotel,”

He mumbles making up an excuse he doesn’t know that you knew about his infidelity, it was laughable watching as he fumbles to make excuses, to hide the fact that he was cheating on you, that he didn’t need you anymore, to him you were just another person in his life not someone he vowed to love and cherish to the end of his time