bachelor. almost.

He got married. Stayed that way for nine months. Now he’s almost not. That wife of his decided it. She was too young and he was too busy.

She liked pretty things and he liked to give them to her, but she didn’t feel the romance or the pedestal anymore. The one she thought she belonged upon. “I’m special. Can’t you see?”

Someone else did. Or pretended to. Like some men do. And she let him.

The one left behind…he hurt. Still hurts I guess. Somewhere underneath all that toughness. He doesn’t say much about it. Just things like “respect her” and “you think you know somebody”. Seven years is a long time to wait to find out you don’t.

But do we ever really know anyone? Or do we just hope we do. Hold our breath and wish for the best.

He still loves her. She’s his wife. For a few weeks more, anyway.