Your Wife, His Toy

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No one is ever aware that they’re living in the happiest moment of their life. They only recognize it in the rearview mirror, as it fades into the distance.

For you, it was those warm, comfortable years immediately after you and your wife first married. In those heady days, you couldn’t have known that the life you were building together wasn’t as sturdy as you imagined. Deep below the pristine exterior, hidden rot afflicted the foundations. It meant when a fearsome gale arrived, it would bring the entire structure tumbling down.

Now, after everything, you were left standing by yourself in the middle of your darkened bedroom. The night broke, your mind ached. All the lights in your little house were off and the blinds were all closed. You kept waiting to hear a sound, but there’s no one else home.

Mere hours ago, the inevitable had happened. Or, at least, what you had come to understand as the inevitable. She was leaving home. At this moment, she was off, god-knows-where, serving as nothing but his little sex . The thought of it was incessant. Images of what he must be doing with her at that exact moment burrowed so deep in your brain that you couldn’t get them out.

You wandered aimlessly towards her side of the room and looked into her former closet. Emptied now, of course. The process of moving had been so rushed that she’d left many of her former possessions behind. Among what was left behind, you recognized many of the gifts that you’d gotten her over the years.

You stopped by your bed. The covers remained undone from the night before, two indents were left on its surface. Your attention flickered to her nightstand. There remained a framed picture from your wedding atop it. Your hands shook as you picked it up and stared deep into the image. The faces it showed were frozen forever in that one moment of time.

Your eyes were briefly caught on her…but you managed to wrench your gaze away and focus on yourself. The version of you from the past was laughing and beaming. And why wouldn’t you have been? It was the happiest day of your life.

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