I’m standing in front of my body length mirror looking down
at my unbuttoned pants; I could have sworn these fit me a few days ago. I groan
as I try once more to button them up, but I give up quickly when I realize it’s
no use. I hear rustling behind me and turn to see Lucas climbing in through the
“I think I might need new clothes,” I sigh.
He walks closer to me kissing my forehead softly. “I think
it’s time we tell your parents.” I don’t say anything. I walk over to my closet
kicking off my jeans. I grab a pair of leggings and quickly slide them up, and
pull out my flowy blouse that got caught inside. Lucas takes a few steps
towards me, “Riley, I don’t know how much longer you think we can hide this. We
were supposed to tell them months ago.”
An adult conversation about the problems they had in their marriage i.e. lack of trust, lack of communication, without screaming and/or fighting - for a change. Honestly that’s all I want. Whatever happens next should be good if they at least understand what went wrong from each other’s perspective.