A Couple Who Married Young

This was not what she was expecting. This was not her hope. The wedding was perfect, the three years prior were great. She thought she knew him. Thought she could keep him happy.

Now, don't get it twisted, everything was great for a couple of months. The honeymoon was lavish and adventurous. The moving in together was just as adequate, but nothing could compare her for what came next.

Next, came the fights, came the screaming, the isolation. She would spend countless hours locked away in her bathroom because it was the only place she could get peace. She hated her job but hated being at home more, so she would take up countless hours, but she always had to have at least one day off. One day at home. One day of him in her face. Degrading her. Tearing every piece of herself she held dearly away. One by one.

She couldn't figure out where the script flipped. No matter how she much she overanalyzed everything, she still came up with nothing. She still gave him everything he wanted, but it was still never enough. She was never good enough.

Soon, her sadness turned to anger and that is when the game started.

She looked for validation elsewhere. letting any soul who would even consider her beautiful in, even if it was just for conversation. Even those souls wanted more eventually. And now her and her husband were no longer bumping uglies in the night, why not get attention elsewhere. It was exciting. Invigorating.

Neither of them noticed when the other stopped paying attention due to being so wrapped up in someone else. But then she found out about his someone else and all of a sudden it wasn't okay. She raised hell and threw a tantrum like no other.

She felt angry, she felt betrayed, and rightfully so. She packed her stuff up to leave, but he refused to let her go. Begged her to stay. Begged her for one more chance. All the while telling her it was her fault he felt the need to go elsewhere. Feeling guilty for failing him as a wife, she agreed.

A few months go by, nothing has changed, They still never speak to each other, never even touch other than to do the nasty. One morning however, she felt sick.

She was pregnant. Maybe this will save our marriage.

And it did for a while. Then the boy was born and the same old cycle started all over again. Her not getting attention. Him not getting attention. Both looking elsewhere. Other than he goes back to the same distraction he had before, the one who made him feel.

She finds out again. Cries and screams. Goes to take their son and leave once again. Once again, he begs a pleads with her, promising change this time. She stays.

A year goes by, they are still distant, nothing has changed other than they are now alone but together. Or so he thinks, but she keeps her distraction and even gains a few more.

He finds out, yells and punches walls, asking why? He tried so hard to fix this, to fix them. Didn't he?

She agrees to stop, for a time. He stopped for a time. Two years later, they have a baby girl, but the house is a wreck they are both on brink of suicide and both have their distractions once again.

No love. No respect. No trust. Nothing but a broken marriage. All because they were to young when they started.

Now, she's living with her mom with her two kids, trying to make it day by day.

This is not how she wanted this to work out, but she's tired. Tired of fighting.

He has the same distraction from years ago and wants to leave, but won't do anything to actually leave.

The kids scream as they fight. Cower, with their heads in their knees with hands over their ears.

It's too late now.

The damage is done.

But can they fix it?

He doesn't think so. She doesn't want to, but neither makes moves to leave.

They are still stuck on when they were 18 and 30 they were visibly happy and in love.

Now, they know they were just young and dumb.