Dear Diary
It’s Wednesday, my husband Brad has been acting really suspicious lately, I’m starting to believe he might be cheating. He’s been coming home later and later from work. We hardly have time to be together and he seems really distant. It has difficult to even engage him in conversation. I plan to confront him tomorrow, I don’t want to be a nag and I know how much he loves his work, Brad is a middle school teacher. When he gets home I’ll bring up my suspicions. He told me he would be at home tonight at 6:30
His Journal
I love my wife Lisa, I do… sometimes, but if I hear her nag me one more time I am going to scream. Everyday it’s the same thing, “why aren’t you listening to me, why aren’t you talking to me, where are you going, who are you with, where have you been?” this goes on every damn day. I had a dream I smothered her with a pillow, I woke and saw her next to me, I felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment. I stay away from home as much as possible. At the end of the school year I’m filing for divorce.
Dear Diary,
It’s Thursday, Brad and I had argued for hours, he claims I’m paranoid and that everything is fine. I watch him closely searching for clues. I questioned him about the late hours at work but he says he has students to tutor and papers to grade. I told him I feel lonely and he laughs at my emotions, I don’t know what to do. When he left for work I search his clothes, all his drawers, everything, something is going on. I’m thinking of following him when he leaves work tomorrow.
His Journal
Lisa is crazy, once again the moment I walk through the door she asks questions about every moment I am not in her presence. We argue and yes, I have met someone, another teacher from the school, her name is Stacy. We mostly just talk and drink coffee, I know it’s wrong. I am disrespecting my marriage, but I have no regret. If I must spend one more night in bed with that woman rubbing her dry ass feet against my legs, I am going to die. I cannot make a move in this house without Lisa lurking and creeping up behind me. I can’t even turn my head to the left without her aligning herself with my eyesight.
Dear Diary
It’s Friday, Brad brought me flowers this morning and apologized about the fight. I mention our neighbors are having a dinner party Saturday, and we should go, he readily agrees. I am pleased with this. I thought he would object but he seems excited, maybe this is what we need. Brad came home early tonight, I didn’t have to follow him. He remains constantly on his phone, and walks out the room whispering. I walked in on him in the study and he immediately hangs up the phone. I am suspicious now more than ever. If only I could get my hands on his phone.
His Journal
I made sure to buy Lisa flowers earlier just to get her to shut the hell up. When I get home, she mentions a dinner party the neighbors are having, hell yes, I’m going. I won’t have to be alone with her and my neighbors keep plenty of booze. I go to the study to do some reading, a student calls me to cancel his tutoring session. Suddenly I see a shadow move in the room, it scares the hell out me and I drop the phone. Of course, its Lisa, standing in the doorway she looks at me for a moment, says nothing and leaves. Right before bedtime my phone rings, Lisa grabs the phone from me with the strength of ten men, the phone goes flying across the room. I am worried, I must get the hell out of here.
Dear Diary
It’s Saturday, Brad and I get ready for the dinner party, once we get there, Brad is all smiles and is very charming, this reminds me of the man I married. He is very engaged with our hosts and I am glad. Although I watched him, he disappeared a few times but other than that I enjoyed the evening. Once we get back home Brad promises to make more of an effort and claims that the phone calls are his students, he is dedicated to his work. I know he is up to something, I just don’t have all the facts. While he’s at work I plan to search the study. If I don’t find anything, I’m searching his car next.
His Journal
The dinner party went smooth, Lisa’s hawk like eyes followed me around the room, but I managed to escape a few times. I crept back to the house to pack a bag, and put it in the trunk of my car. Once we get back home Lisa is in a chatty mood, I tell her whatever she wants to hear. She wants a baby, a dog, a goldfish, a goat, it doesn’t matter, I agree to it all. I am the ultimate loving husband, it’s soothes her suspicion. I get up bright and early and slide slowly off the bed throw on whatever clothes I find. I tip toe to the dresser to get my keys, I turn back around Lisa is sitting straight up in bed. I clutch my chest, Dear God, is she on to me? She asks me something, I don’t know what it is, I simply say we’ll discuss it when I get home from work. I haul ass out the door and I don’t look back.
Dear Diary
I wake up this morning Brad is up and dressed, I reiterate to him that maybe it is time to start having children. He says we will discuss this later after work, Brad has eagerly agreed to everything I ask, maybe I am overreacting. I feel relieved, maybe he is right, maybe I’m just being paranoid. I am excited that things might work out after all, then suddenly I realize…it’s Sunday.
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