Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue
For the first week right after Hailey was super sweet to me. Every morning. “Good Morning Handsome.” Every night… “Tell me about your night.” She knew I was going through hell.
We met out a few times, I met a friend of hers. It was like you could see the light at the end of the tunnel. My first weekend away had come. I decided to go and get a hotel room. I needed to get out of the house desperately. So of course I invited Hailey. But only made plans with her for one night despite having the entire weekend booked. I was iffy about the second one. I wanted to go back and see the kids. I wanted to show them I would return every time I was away. But I was uncertain about what I would be walking into.
So that first night we would meet at the bar and she texted that she had a late lunch and order when I got there and don’t worry about her. I said ok. But did remember that night she was upset we didn’t have dinner. I never liked the different rules she had for me that she would never live up to herself. But this night I didn’t care.
She came to sit with me at the bar. And I was so happy. She sat next to me, this gorgeous woman who I was in love with. We were both euphoric. Even though she had her period and sex was unlikely. It was amazing. We laughed we had fun. We drank. I went upstairs called the kids to say goodnight and she patiently waited.
We jumped into bed like a couple it was amazing. I think I already said that, well too bad, it was. We popped open our computers and I showed her some apartments I was going to look at. Then I helped her fill out a form for her daughter for a field trip (surprisingly silly complicated). We could have ended the night there and I would have been happy. But of course I went and got a towel and we fucked anyways. Then she took a shower and so did I. We even slept well together that night. The next morning she said can I come back tonight? I said ok. Just let me get through today and I will call you on the way back to the hotel
We both went home. I had to go and see the kids the plan was to take them to breakfast. I walked in the door and had no idea what I was walking into. It was a shit storm. My youngest was up crying about me not being there. I was fucking devastated. But to top it off my wife was just bullshit at me. She even crossed a line in front of the kids. I never thought she would ever. 6 hours of more piece of shit talk and damage control. It was the second worse day in the aftermath. I went back to the hotel a beaten man. But before I stopped at my moms. I always stopped to tell her what was going on just in case shit really went sideways. She was my lifeline.
On the way back I called Hailey. She was pissed. I told her what happened. She didn’t care. “I have been waiting in my coat for hours.” I apologized. Seriously what the fuck was I apologizing for? My life was blowing apart I told her how unstable things were and to go about her day as I was unsure what would happen. It was only 6:30PM. I asked can you come now? She said no I am tired. It felt like punishment. She even gave me a jab about going to my moms instead of to her. We did talk on the phone for a bit and she came down off her annoyance and became supportive again. Why can’t we just have just a small stretch of time where there is no drama…?