Adam

Adam blamed you for everything; he hated you, and nothing could change his mind. Looking back, you remembered the days he spent with you, the times he loved you. You remembered how he took you for walks after a long day, how he held your hand, gave you his jacket to wear, how he cuddled with you in bed, how he hugged you while you cried, laughed, or smiled at him. You felt a deep nostalgia. These were supposed to be the memories you cherished, but after what had happened, you couldn't help but envy those moments every time you thought about them.

You looked at other couples, saw how happy they were, saw them doting on their children, something he no longer felt, all because of you. Because you couldn't take care of the baby. It was all your fault. Why did you have to have an abortion? He didn't care what the doctors said or what anyone else said. He simply withdrew into himself.

He hated you, and that was all. He wanted to hurt you the same way you hurt him. He wanted to ruin you. To make you feel that pain in your heart like his own. He didn't care what you were going through. Now you both lived more like roommates than the married couple you were. Well, he treated you more like a slave or a criminal. He hadn't touched you, hadn't even looked at you. He would disappear for days, come home late, and simply ignore you, though he made sure you knew he was cheating on you. He brought girls over often and let them do whatever they wanted, without caring what you did.

The girls he brought weren't any better. They were generally cruel. They swore at you, made fun of you, even took your things, the jewelry Adam had bought you before, but he didn't care, nor did he stop them.

Tonight he brought a girl home and pushed you out of the bed you shared so he could have sex with her. And he made sure to talk loudly so you could hear him while he was having sex with the other girl.