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“What’s all this?” Voice monotone, she only asked out of courtesy since she knew the answer.

He came home bearing gifts; it was never a good sign when he came home bearing gifts. A bouquet of beautiful red roses, pink daisies, wisteria, and a mix of her favorite wildflowers in one hand with a bottle of gold Champagne, a box of chocolates in the other. Anyone else walking in on the site would have assumed it was Valentine’s Day, but it was just mother Saturday. At least there was no velvet jewelry box this time, the biggest of mistakes always wrapped in the smallest, prettiest boxes.

“Can’t I just spoil my wife without accusation? I thought you’d be more pleased…”

“I am,” she replied through a forced smile. “The flowers are lovely,” she agreed once she smelt them, sending them off with a maid to prepare them to sit out on the lounge table for weeks until they rotted.

“I’ve got us dinner and desert.” He waved the champagne and the chocolates respectively, though little did he know dinner was an hour ago and either the whiskey heavy on his breath or the lingering sweet perfume was making her sick.

“How about tomorrow-“

“But I got us this for tonight.” He sounded adamant. She was tired, maybe if he had been on time… Popping the cork, he seemed to have made up his mind, pouring not one but two glasses. She had no choice but to accept with a smile, her ring glimmering in the light. “To love.” A bitter, sour taste was left in her mouth. “How was your day?”

“Good. Walked the gardens, had tea with the other wives in the neighborhood; it was my turn to host.”

“Ah, very nice. That must be why the house looks lovely.” It was a jab and a compliment all at once. His hand slipped around her shoulder somewhat unnaturally, and she worked hard to hold back the laugh in her throat at the thought that he truly believed the gifts made this night romantic. “How’s Mr. Williams’ wife? Is her health getting better?”

“She looks better but it’s hard to tell, she puts up a strong front.” Silence lingered. It was the same conversation day in and day out, talking about the weather and the business, and “how was your day” though neither of them really cared how it was. It was never, “you look so beautiful today” or other sweet nothings whispered into her ear that she craved, so she never gave it back, not that he wanted that. Not from her anyway.

She flinched at the sudden intimacy of him moving a loose strand of hair out of her face, a gesture that was once so warm turned unfamiliar and cold. She wanted it but she didn’t know where it was coming from. The three kids tucked away upstairs a sign that they once loved each other, but time had other plans.

“You know, it’s been awhile since I’ve got you a near pair of earrings…” he began, a shiver sent down her back as his hand moved to tuck the strand of hair behind her ear, admiring the diamonds sat there.

With a heavy sigh it was all confirmed, the flowers and champagne and chocolate and unexpected touch. “I don’t need another pair of earrings-“ she argued disheartened while he pulled out the box from his pocket. It was just another trophy to add to her collection; diamond raindrop earrings with a matching diamond necklace, a sapphire emerald cut ring surrounded by diamonds, a tennis bracelet encrusted with their children’s birthstones, amethyst necklace, string and strings of pearls from overseas. And now in the velvet box in front of her, Ruby earrings, a carat at lest, set in Art Deco gold fixtures. Of course any woman would have absolutely blushed at such a thoughtful, expensive gift, but the consistency in which this sort of thing happened eliminated any excitement.

“They’re lovely.”

“You don’t like them?”

“I didn’t say that, I said they’re quite lovely.” I’m sorry if I’m not outwardly excited, she thought, how could one be when there was another woman attached to it? Sometimes it helped to know, and other times it didn’t.

“What’s wrong then?” His bark was sharp, his bite was worse.

“Nothing.” She sighed, closing the box in her lap. “Do I know this one?”

He cocked and eyebrow, faking his confusion about her question. “Do I know this one?” She said sternly.

“No.” He answered after an elongated silence. She grunted in response, opening the box again to admire the blood red jewels.

“I don’t want these,” she attempted to hand them back but he refused, and when he did she had no choice but to throw them into the fire.

“What the fuck do you think you’re spring? Do you know how hard it was to find those? Let alone how much they cost?” Voices raising, this wasn’t a detached conversation anymore.

“You could have saved some money if you didn’t go around sleeping with other women all the time…”

“Keep your voice down, the kids are upstairs.”

“And if you were ever home you’d know they were sound asleep.” Now he was angry that she was fighting back, but that didn’t measure up to the list of reasons why she was beyond frustrated with him and his toxic antics.

“You’ve always taken them before, what do you want?”

“I don’t want material belongings! I want my heart back.”

“And what the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m tired of you buying my love with gifts. Thinking I’ll just forgive you. Every. Single. Time. It’s tedious. It’s repetitive. It’s fucking toxic!” She screamed. Her voice was raw. The kids upstairs were probably up if not having nightmares about it but they were the last thing on her mind. She rushed upstairs, him in tow. He watched from the doorway of their room as she devoured everything. Ripping through her vanity draws, priceless jewels rained down, scattered across the floor. A weight lifted off her to finally get rid of her little collection piece by piece instead of adding to it. “I want to be loved again. I want you to give me my heart back instead of owning it like some fucking peice of property and stomping on it over and over again. I never stopped loving you. But you did. You did the minute you had another woman in bed. This is it. Take everything you’ve ever bought me. Pawn it, chuck it in the Cut, give it to your many mistresses, I don’t care.” Her ferocity evidenced through the scowl on her face, tone in her voice, and the way the huge stones set into metal necklace pieces hit his chest with a powerful thud.

In a tangle of limbs, his hands were on her. Not intimately, not harmful, his hands found hers and made her stop, staring into his endless bright eyes.

“Y/N, listen to yourself. You're not in your right state of mind. You don’t mean it-”

“I do.” Her voice hollow now, she swallowed a sob while looking him dead in the eye, fully defeated. “I mean every damn word. I’ve got no more love to give to you. We’re done.”

the world is so so mean to sleepy girls. What do u mean i have to get out of my bed

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Okay i dont know if many people on here have watched greys anatomy but in s2 e18 when Meredith ignores George and the absolute heartbreak on his face and then when he talks to Izzy and says ‘she doesnt hear me’. I think ill always hate Meredith for that like i just wanted to squeeze the life out of the love sick puppy



so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god