Wife’s Denial
I watched him. My eyes followed him as he took every single sip. “You really shouldn't drink that much you know,” I said softly, almost like I was afraid of him. He didn’t bother glancing up or acknowledging what I said and kept drinking. Tonight was the dinner party, where we announce our baby’s gender to our friends. Everyone was coming over to our house at half past seven and I haven't gotten ready still. My arms were painted, colours of black and purple. “I can’t let anyone see this,” I tell myself. I couldn't let people think poorly of Mark. Mark wasn’t a bad person, he was everything I asked for when I started dating him. He was handsome, smart, successful, and outgoing. I continued to pick my outfit trying to block out …show more content…
This point I knew that Mark was close to drunk. “Elizabeth, today is the day we celebrate. It’s fine, let loose a bit,” he yelled. Everyone grew quiet, and I knew this dinner party was going to end soon. As everyone was eating dessert, I decided that it was time for Mark and me to announce the gender of our baby. “OK, everyone, for the past five months I’ve been waiting for the day to find out the gender of our-,”Mark cut me off. “I don’t get why you say our baby. You should get more credit, I’m not the one carrying the baby for the next 4 months. This is YOUR baby,” Mark joked.
Everyone laughed. My face pale, everyone may have thought this was a joke. But this was more than a joke. This was exactly what I was afraid of happening. I brush it off and go along with it. “As I was saying,” I continue, hoping that Mark would not interrupt me once again. “It’s a boy!” I said overjoyed.
Everyone cheered and congratulated us. At the end of the night, everyone wished us luck on becoming parents, as we are the first one in our group of friends to have a kid. As soon as the door closed, Mark searched for his alcohol once …show more content…
“Is this the life that I’m going to live now?” I ask myself once again. This hasn't been the first time Mark has hit me. “No, Elizabeth he isn't an alcoholic. It’s your fault, you could have been more gentle towards the situation.” I remind myself. But was it my fault? I have to stand up for myself. I have to stand up for the baby, for crying out loud. “I can’t stay here anymore,” I think. I start throwing my things in a suitcase. Was this the right thing to do? “Could I let him grow up without his father?” I ask myself. “Maybe once he sees Liam, Mark will instantly fall in love with him. How couldn’t he?” I thought. Naming the baby was something, we were supposed to together. But, looking at how things are between Mark and I right now, it’s not something that is going to happen. What was I going to do? My happiness depends on what I know I should do. But my child’s happiness depends on the choice I make. I close my suitcase and lug it down the stairs. I take one last look at the photo of Mark and I hung up on the wall. “What went wrong Mark? We had everything.” I thought. I didn’t want to do this, but it was right. I take a deep breath and open the door. I hold my breath in utter
I watched him. My eyes followed him as he took every single sip. “You really shouldn't drink that much you know,” I said softly, almost like I was afraid of him. He didn’t bother glancing up or acknowledging what I said and kept drinking. Tonight was the dinner party, where we announce our baby’s gender to our friends. Everyone was coming over to our house at half past seven and I haven't gotten ready still. My arms were painted, colours of black and purple. “I can’t let anyone see this,” I tell myself. I couldn't let people think poorly of Mark. Mark wasn’t a bad person, he was everything I asked for when I started dating him. He was handsome, smart, successful, and outgoing. I continued to pick my outfit trying to block out …show more content…
This point I knew that Mark was close to drunk. “Elizabeth, today is the day we celebrate. It’s fine, let loose a bit,” he yelled. Everyone grew quiet, and I knew this dinner party was going to end soon. As everyone was eating dessert, I decided that it was time for Mark and me to announce the gender of our baby. “OK, everyone, for the past five months I’ve been waiting for the day to find out the gender of our-,”Mark cut me off. “I don’t get why you say our baby. You should get more credit, I’m not the one carrying the baby for the next 4 months. This is YOUR baby,” Mark joked.
Everyone laughed. My face pale, everyone may have thought this was a joke. But this was more than a joke. This was exactly what I was afraid of happening. I brush it off and go along with it. “As I was saying,” I continue, hoping that Mark would not interrupt me once again. “It’s a boy!” I said overjoyed.
Everyone cheered and congratulated us. At the end of the night, everyone wished us luck on becoming parents, as we are the first one in our group of friends to have a kid. As soon as the door closed, Mark searched for his alcohol once …show more content…
“Is this the life that I’m going to live now?” I ask myself once again. This hasn't been the first time Mark has hit me. “No, Elizabeth he isn't an alcoholic. It’s your fault, you could have been more gentle towards the situation.” I remind myself. But was it my fault? I have to stand up for myself. I have to stand up for the baby, for crying out loud. “I can’t stay here anymore,” I think. I start throwing my things in a suitcase. Was this the right thing to do? “Could I let him grow up without his father?” I ask myself. “Maybe once he sees Liam, Mark will instantly fall in love with him. How couldn’t he?” I thought. Naming the baby was something, we were supposed to together. But, looking at how things are between Mark and I right now, it’s not something that is going to happen. What was I going to do? My happiness depends on what I know I should do. But my child’s happiness depends on the choice I make. I close my suitcase and lug it down the stairs. I take one last look at the photo of Mark and I hung up on the wall. “What went wrong Mark? We had everything.” I thought. I didn’t want to do this, but it was right. I take a deep breath and open the door. I hold my breath in utter