Creative Writing: What She Sees

Entry 1:

Wake up, get our little girl ready for school, drive her to St. Matilda’s Catholic School, go to a cycle class, get coffee/journal at a small café, and head home to clean the house and satisfy my husband.

For years, I lived to satisfy Tate, my husband. I felt like I needed to, despite what he was doing on his business trips, late-night meetings, and even his lunch breaks. I made myself blind to his actions, deaf to his words, and senseless to her perfume.

It had been several months of Tate traveling back and forth for business trips. He’d come home every weekend, but he’d leave me to tend to Evie, our daughter throughout the week. I only let her understand that she missed Daddy because he was making sure her dreams could be provided for. I didn’t let her see the empty wine bottles each morning from the late night before. I didn’t let her see my smeared mascara or my puffy eyes. I let Evie see a happy family. I fooled myself into believing I was happy. I would say I only did it for Evie, but I did it for myself too. Hell, I even did it for him. I felt as if I owed him a smile aside from my dependence.

Our romance had been gone since he took on his new job and we moved into the house I had always wanted. Did he feel as if he had given me enough?

I started this creative writing piece without knowing where it would go. Let me know if I should add to the story!