There is a coldness that is starting to settle over my heart in anticipation of what is about to unfold in this courthouse which I am terrified to set my feet in. From what I can gather as I am standing here on the stairs is that our dear Brendan has opted not to make an appearance. I guess the man is very confident that this will play out the way that he wishes it.
Thought the question is?
Does he think that I will back off and play into his hands?
Or does he think that he has gained the upper hand in bringing me down?
Well, I myself do not know which is the most terrifying prospect to face. All I know is that I am not going to change the man who I am to become something that I am not.
I am a Marine.
And I will stick to the oath that I have taken regardless if my career will be ending here today.
Looking back over the years, I have realized how far I have grown. I have been through some really rocky times in my life, yet somehow I ha
As I take what feels like the longest steps of my life, I look ahead and glance in the direction of a man that is sitting behind a table. A man whom I only but a few moments ago was told would not be here.Well, guess that I am surprised, shocked, and ya, a little bit pissed off.Meeting my fate having to stare a man in the face that I hate was not something I planned for when I left home with half of a confidence in my step. As for now, I have lost that determination that needs to carry me through.But yet, I need to remind myself what the difference between him and me is.Yet, does it make such a difference that I do not lack the strength or the will to push through what will be thrown in my way today?So as I look at this man and he is becoming closer and closer, I fight the urge to tell him what it is that my burning thought thinks of him. Though, I have been just told be play nice as my lawyer has seen my very intention."Yo
….Isabella POV…I am not going to say that the depths of Clayton's stupidity will end here today, for I know, and I have seen by the look on that face, that he is already plotting his next move.Now I really hope that he will not outmatch his latest stunt, but somehow I know that he will always go one step bolder than the one before. The man is truly his own worst enemy at times, but I will give it to him that he is more determined than any other person that I have ever known.And for this, I love him a great deal.He has, regardless of having the burden of one non-functional leg, been trying to live his life to the best he can under his current situation. And on top of pushing his needs, the healing that he deserves aside, he has been looking after our baby and me.So to say that I take my hat off him will be a gesture too simple, for I admire what he pushes himself through and does not once complain. Now here is where I am hoping ag
What was once a beautiful, peaceful smile has now turned into that of slight annoyance and a hint of fear. Isabella knows me far better than any other person in my life; if there is one person that knows that I am up to seven shits of no good, then it will be her.And it is the very her that has just caught me out…if she has not caught me out hours ago.So it is with great hesitation, and let me tell you, this Marine only ever hesitates and fears when it comes to his wife, but yes, I am fumbling for the words to tell her of the next great idea that I have come up with this time. Yet not an idea, more of a purpose.With a very confident smile, I plan my approach well before I execute, for I am within arm's length, and this girl is pissed, yet, "Boo, I am not going to join the Raiders anymore."There is a sigh of relief that sets over her body while the words comfort the tension that has build up in the room. And while she relishes in this thought an
…Isabella POV…Okay. Let's call this what it is.Completely and utterly fucked up.Having a Marine as a husband feels like you are always at odds with the universe.The Corps is his life, yet do I even dare say that the Corps is the 'other woman.'And it is the 'other woman' that is always going to get the best parts of him.Clayton has done some pretty fucked up things during our relationship, and yet now it is starting to grow over into our marriage. The most fucked up thing I have ever known him to do and the most fucked up thing I am going to experience…Leaving me now, now when I need him the most.He has chosen the 'other woman.'I don't need to tell him how destroyed I was when I found out. He is right here.He saw the moment my heart shattered.He saw my soul crumble.He watched me go from a tired but proud new momma to a broken and defeated heap of a woman.I watc
…Isabella POV…I never have since Clayton, apart from our wedding day, so happy the past few days. We have been going through endless catalogs ordering things for the boy's room. He is going beyond what is needed, but I am letting het do what he wants. He deserves this after everything that I have put him through with the uncertainty that laid over his head.I can say, and I honestly believe so, that our marriage is completely back to where it was before this mess. As for Luke, he seems to have completely disappeared out of our lives.I am happy; even though I am very ill, I am happy.…Clayton POV…I have never been so happy in my life before. Things between Isabella and me are back to where we were. It feels good to be a couple and almost a family.She has been getting very sick. She will tell you that it is not as bad, but it is. She finds herself in the bathroom at least every hour. She finds it hard to get out
…Isabella POV…This morning when I woke up, you had already left for training with the boys. I so wished that you just had stayed one little while longer so that we could figure this thing out that is hanging in the air between us.How is it that there is always something throw in our way of happiness?Yes, being a Marine brings you joy, but can you not see that just wanting to be your wife is something that I also crave. I love being the wife of a Marine, but between you and me…I love being just a normal wife the most.And what I would want the most is being for us to be normal parents. I would love for my child to have a dad, not the dad that is the Marine.I know that if I say this, then I am being selfish and what I am about even to ask, yet, even more, say is perhaps being worse than plain damn nasty.As you left this morning, I began to think about the way things were when we first met. We were so much in love; the
Seriously, fuck you. I have had enough.Imagine me coming home from training with the boys, in a very upbeat mood, and looking forward to seeing my wife with our little baby bump.But ya…All I find is a little note saying that she has left.I am tired of losing Isabella.Around every corner, there is a hole that I need to trip through…and…I have had enough.I once believed I knew what love is.Isabella Jackson…I was satisfied with a mediocre life, a mediocre relationship. You know, the same old, same old – "He cares about me, I care about him";"I will never find anything better than this." stuff.All that fucking bullshit.I actually thought that I had found my 'forever after.' The person I'll eventually end up with.Isabella came into my life and changed my whole existence from its core. From the very first moment our eyes met, I knew there was something
I am sitting with my back against the door, just having read a note that Isabella left."If you are reading this, it means I am not here."Well, ya that I can damn well see.And what else I can damn well do, is not breathe.So I crumple up the note and toss it into the bin. My heart is ripped away in shatters as I burst into tears. But then behind me, I hear a loud…BANG.…as someone is kicking at the door. Well, I hope that they have a good reason for banging around here at this time in the morning.So as I take my time to go to answer the door, the banging only but becomes more persistently. Now I have no idea if I should be crying or be mad at the present moment. With one last wipe from the sleeve of my shirt, I dry the tears that are still threatening to come.Then, slowly but utterly angry, I fling the door open."What do you…Huh? Why are…?" my words only but mumble as I try to make