Chapter 12: His Betrayal
Mark
I walked around the apartment and it felt so empty, even though she left me most of the stuff in the apartment. I had noticed all she seemed to take was things she had when we moved in together. All of the other items were ones that we had bought together, been given as gifts or were mine from before. She also left all of the photos of us together, such as wedding photos that were left behind, so it felt like she didn’t want any reminder of our time together. I chugged from my bottle of whiskey and sat looking at our wedding photo. It was an awesome day, all of our friends were there and my family was there, but not her family. Jessie had told me when we had started dating that after she lost her parents she didn’t have any family that she knew about. As I gazed at the photo, I focused on her specifically, she was so happy that day. In the photo she was looking at me as the photographer captured the moment. She had a huge smile on her face, her eyes almost sparkled, and she looked at me like I was the only one in the room with her. I wanted that look back, all I had seen in her eyes after she left was sadness, anger and even disgust. That killed me and I need to get her back, I wish I had thought about following them wherever she moved but I had no idea when they were leaving, but it also didn’t help that I was majorly hungover from drinking after she left.
I am sure Amy will want to visit Jessie. They were basically inseparable before we were married, so I need to put a plan together and find out the next time Amy will drive to visit her. I just need to come up with a good plan before then. I wonder who I can get to help me put something together. I just needed to get through to her since she was being ridiculously stubborn. I know plenty of women that I could talk to and get their opinion on what it would take to get my wife back. The problem with this would be the difference in personalities. My wife was sweet, would give the shirt off her back to help anyone. She loved children and I knew she wanted some one day. I had been delaying this as long as I could because kids put a cramp on my lifestyle and I was not in any rush to have any. I would just have to find a way to sweet talk that friend of hers into giving me some ideas, Amy would know better than anyone what it would take for me to get Jessie back. I will head to their place after work tomorrow and maybe I can get her to slip up some helpful hints. I emptied the rest of the bottle and then laid down on my couch trying to put together a plan, but eventually passing out for the night.
Morgan
In the 8 years I have lived in this apartment, I would have to say I have not had an attractive neighbor like I do now with Jessie living next door. A couple of weeks ago, my landlord, James, came by and asked me to help him move a love seat into to apartment next door. As we moved it in, I asked him why we were moving it into an empty apartment? I honestly was curious because my place was bare before I moved in. James filled in on a lady coming in from out of state with minimal furnishings, and due to her circumstances, he was just trying to be helpful. This is why I liked staying even though I could buy a house anytime I wanted. James was a genuinely nice guy. He was a widower of 10 years and in his early seventies, but you would never guess that by looking at him. We put the loveseat in the apartment's living room, and I asked James what kind of circumstances he was talking about. James stated it was not his place to tell me, but he stated that she has had a really rough time recently and wanted a fresh start. Now I was curious who my new neighbor was going to be.
On the day she moved in, I saw her and two other people moving in boxes and a couple of pieces of furniture from the back of a truck. She looked to be in her late twenties, long blonde hair pulled up on her head and the shorts and top she wore gave just a hint of the nice toned body underneath. No wonder James offered her the love seat, this lady was coming with barely anything. I didn't see bedroom furniture, kitchen table or anything. I was about ready to offer my help, when I thought better of it. They have already unloaded the vehicles, and it would be sort of creepy to offer to help unpack boxes, so I made a mental note to wait to introduce myself once her company was gone and she had a chance to settle in.
The couple of days I had gotten a chance to talk to her I could definitely tell she was being very guarded. It made me wonder what had happened to her to make her feel she had to protect herself. Since I have sisters, I had it ground into my head how to treat a lady but it was hard to get her to really talk to me other than conversational basics. When I brought the welcoming gift, I was doing an internal cheer I was able to step into her apartment. It felt like this was a huge step for her, but I will take my time to get to know her. There was something about her that drew me in, she seemed honest and sweet, and when she stated she was a school social worker it made a lot of sense. I admire people who work with young children, it takes lots of patience working with all those little ones.
Since James told me she had a rough time where she came from, I decided I would slowly get to know her and maybe it would help to have a new friend here to turn to when she needed it.