Post by Angel on Aug 4, 2005 14:53:32 GMT 1
No Way Out
Part 1
George leant back against the soft pillow, she glanced over at the clock it was 11:30pm her husband still wasn’t home. He had left early for work again this morning like he had done every morning since Madeline was born, she was a month old now. He had been so distant and cold with them, George thought he had got used to being a father now, he had enough time to get used to the idea. He’s been so selfish not even considering what George wanted he was only thinking about himself, thinking of what he wanted.
George’s POV
I’m laying here wishing Ronnie would come home, wishing that when he did he would look me in the eyes put his arms around me, I lay here waiting, I close my eyes, take a deep breath and wait, surviving on the memory of Ronnie with his arms around me. God, I miss that feeling so much. I miss Ronnie so much. The old Ronnie the Ronnie I fell in love with, I don’t know who he is anymore I don’t recognise him anymore, I look into his eyes and I see nothing. I thought he would come round to the idea of becoming a father, I thought when Madeline was born he would fall in love with her and everything would be perfect, maybe I was just being stupid? Pretending everything would be okay because that’s what I wanted, but at the back of my mind I knew it would never be okay. I should never of forced him into it, but what was a meant to do? He didn't want children and he wouldn't listen to what I wanted, thats Ronnie being selfish as usual. There's no way out now, I can't turn back the clock.
I slowly manage to get up out of the bed, I walk over to the cot where Madeline is sleeping, she looks so peaceful she’s perfect. I stand there and watch her sleeping for what feels like eternity, I just want to forget about everything, forget about Ronnie, just for a second I pretend everything is okay.
I feel the familiar tears stinging my eyes, wiping my hand across my eyes, I look at the clock on the bedside table its 12:30am I pull back the duvet cover and snuggle up under the warm covers. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. I miss Ronnie I wish he was here with me.
To be continued....
Part 1
George leant back against the soft pillow, she glanced over at the clock it was 11:30pm her husband still wasn’t home. He had left early for work again this morning like he had done every morning since Madeline was born, she was a month old now. He had been so distant and cold with them, George thought he had got used to being a father now, he had enough time to get used to the idea. He’s been so selfish not even considering what George wanted he was only thinking about himself, thinking of what he wanted.
George’s POV
I’m laying here wishing Ronnie would come home, wishing that when he did he would look me in the eyes put his arms around me, I lay here waiting, I close my eyes, take a deep breath and wait, surviving on the memory of Ronnie with his arms around me. God, I miss that feeling so much. I miss Ronnie so much. The old Ronnie the Ronnie I fell in love with, I don’t know who he is anymore I don’t recognise him anymore, I look into his eyes and I see nothing. I thought he would come round to the idea of becoming a father, I thought when Madeline was born he would fall in love with her and everything would be perfect, maybe I was just being stupid? Pretending everything would be okay because that’s what I wanted, but at the back of my mind I knew it would never be okay. I should never of forced him into it, but what was a meant to do? He didn't want children and he wouldn't listen to what I wanted, thats Ronnie being selfish as usual. There's no way out now, I can't turn back the clock.
I slowly manage to get up out of the bed, I walk over to the cot where Madeline is sleeping, she looks so peaceful she’s perfect. I stand there and watch her sleeping for what feels like eternity, I just want to forget about everything, forget about Ronnie, just for a second I pretend everything is okay.
I feel the familiar tears stinging my eyes, wiping my hand across my eyes, I look at the clock on the bedside table its 12:30am I pull back the duvet cover and snuggle up under the warm covers. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. I miss Ronnie I wish he was here with me.
To be continued....