Prose

Everything went downhill the moment the words, “I do” were spoken into existence. The moment the bride, Mama, was kissed, making everything official. I hid my despair behind a forced smile, fighting the urge to allow a tear to escape from my eye. This single moment would change my life, and in many aspects, not for the better.

I can’t even recall what we argued about. My vision, blurry from the attempt to hold back my tears. My clenched jaw and her stone-cold set face with bloodshot eyes directly in front of me. She was extremely close as I was pinned against the front door. I said a few words that would change this moment entirely. The words from my mouth produced a reaction of physical contact to my face. The blaze and sting from her hand across my cheek was less painful than the one I felt internally.