It had all started when I had just turned eighteen years old, and before the nightmare had happened, I had an amazing life growing up. Unfortunately, I lied. I have grew up with amazing parents, until one day, things sort of went downhill. I don't know what happened exactly, but I remember when my father had come home from work one evening, I had come down to visit them for the summer after just finishing my third year at Princeton Law School, and I had one year left until I graduated to become a corporate lawyer. Things were going well.
My mother had told me she was excited to see me again for the third summer visiting her and my father. I really wanted to see my mother again, I was really hoping to see them before starting school again in the fall.
Until, I met my wife, Emma. Emma was this girl who I met at my graduation, she was a member of the family who her brother had graduated with me in law school. I knew instantly that Emma was the woman I wanted to start dating. So, I asked Emma on a date probably two weeks after I met her. I remembered asking for her phone number, and shortly before we started dating, I told Ella, who I have been dating for years, ever since my junior year of high school.
Ella was this woman who I was with when I thought I was gonna marry her after graduating law school. Meanwhile, that didn't turn out well, and Ella didn't take the news well enough to understand that I was in love with another woman.
So I haven't spoken to Ella in like eight years. Now that I am older, and married, Emma and I are going through a rough patch. I have eventually stopped talking probably two years after we got married. Emma would try to ask me for help, on anything, and I do it. But I sort of feel sad, down and depressed on the inside.
I don't know, but I sort of just began to slip away from my marriage, and I felt like a burden. I work at a big law firm in corporate law, downtown in NY, New York.. Emma, she's a neurosurgeon. We live in a neighborhood where other high income neighborhoods live.
When I head to work, I would usually stop by the coffee shop and get a nice hot coffee, and a bagel with a side of cream cheese. I would eat it on my way to work, and Emma gets so paranoid about keeping our car clean when I know I have the right to eat in our car. I love my wife, but sometimes I just warn to kill her, in a good way. I can't take the stress at home sometimes, and Emma complains to me every time I get home from work that I yell at her.
As soon as I got to work, I had another meeting with a client whose company is running out of money, and they are crying to me that they need me. My client's name was Robert Wilson, who's the owner of his company that was first run by his father many years ago before he passed away.
Robert and I had come into my office as we were just talking about how I can provide for him, and Robert told me he wanted to speak to me about partnering with another company to develop or produce something together. After Robert and I as soon as we sat down, during the middle of the conversation with Robert, I began to space out, and had a flashback of hearing myself cry, and I was shouting and screaming all at once.
I had eventually exited out of my mind, and Robert was trying to catch my attention, "Oh, I apologize, what were you saying?" I asked. "Um, I was just saying that I wanted to partner up with another company," Robert says. I shook my head, sighing, okaying Robert with a smile.
I may look happy at work, but inside I am miserable. I put a smile on my face when I arrive at work and deal with my clients, and as soon as I get home there's always some kind of trouble going on between Emma and I.
So, during the dining room, Emma and I were eating dinner. We were silent the whole time, and I could just hear the clanging noise of the plates, as the fork and spoon were being used. Emma took a sip of her red wine, and I did the same. Emma sighed, and she suddenly looked at me like she knew something was wrong with me.
I continued to eat my food, and I swallowed down my piece of garlic bread, since tonight's dinner was spaghetti. Emma just takes her finger and taps it on the table asking me if I was ever going to be speaking to her ever again? I didn't look at Emma, I just continued to eat my dinner.
Emma was a bit furious, and she was beginning to get frustrated with me because I haven't said a word to her in a long while. I took another sip of my wine, and I wiped my mouth with a black cotton napkin. Emma shook her head, like she knew from the beginning that I had completely stopped talking to her.
Emma took another sip of her drink, and she picked up her fork, and began to eat once again. "I think I am going to sign us up for marriage counseling, because I think you'd be better talking to someone about whatever it is you're doing and I can't seem to know why you have stopped talking to me," Emma said, tapping her finger on the table once again, after she had laid down the fork against her plate.
I sighed, and I knew Emma really wanted for me to speak to her. Emma scoffed, and took her napkin, sort of throwing it on top of the table annoyed, and she leaned back into her chair, and took another sip of her wine.
I really wanted to say something, until I had gotten a text message and Emma just looked at me sort of sad. Emma sighed, and then she asked me if it's really that important to have to text someone while having our conversation. I ignored Emma. I continued texting, and stood up from my chair and answered the phone as I left the dining room.