Mr Proud And Mrs Insensitive – Chapter 17

MR. Proud And Mrs. Insensitive

Husband and wife

A romance novel written by : Pamela James

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Chapter 17

Amanda’s p.o.v

“You aren’t blaming yourself for that… you don’t apologize for doing what is best for you… you aren’t naive or weak… you are human and he used your kindness against you…”

“But, I’m always so sensitive and maybe it wasn’t that bad…”

“If it was making you feel bad, you have every right to leave… you have every right to leave regardless.”

“Yeah, well, I guess in the end it doesn’t matter… I’m better off now, I know that.”

“How did you-um… you get away from him?” He looks back down to his hands.

“One day, for some reason, I decided I had had enough… it wasn’t like anything big had happened. He didn’t yell any louder than he had been or make me feel any worse about myself, I just realized that I could leave… I think. I spent so much time believing that he was my life that I forgot that I could get away from him. So, I called my Mom and told her what had been happening… I told her everything just over a two hour phone call. She wanted to come and get me but I didn’t want to wait for her to come over here, I just wanted to leave. So, I told her that I would meet her at home that night…”

“But something stopped you… didn’t it?”

I nod.

“He came home that night before I left… I had timed everything wrong and it was stupid but I slipped up… again. When he caught onto the fact that I was leaving, he got angry, of course. It was just like the first time except this time I knew I wasn’t going to trust his word. And then, just before I left… right when I had worked up enough courage to leave… he said he might as well ki*ll himself…”

Micheal presses his eyes tight together and drops his head as he takes in my story.

“And I stopped, thought it over and from fear of being the reason or tipping point to make him ki*ll himself, I dropped my bags and took my shoes off. I knew that he was probably doing what he always did and using that threat against me but there was always this question of ‘what if’. I called my Mom back and told her that we had made up… as if it was some fight…” I chuckled and shake my head because I couldn’t believe myself.

“She didn’t believe me, thank goodness… and when she questioned it I told her what he had said… and she called the police saying that he was threatening suicide and then came to get me.”

I felt so useless that day.

I couldn’t get on my own two feet and walk out that door.

I needed my mother to pull me out and a restraining order from him.

“When everything was dealt with legally… like a restraining order… I moved out of his house and moved in with my mother but, I mean, a restraining order can only do so much. He called me endlessly and continued to text me saying that it wasn’t over. He also texted me, threatening me. It was against the restraining order, of course, but I just wanted to leave it… I didn’t tell my mom about it or anyone for that matter. I feared leaving my house, I was scared to be alone… it just got to a point when I felt like I was losing my mind and so, my mom suggested I get married so he could leave me alone. I guess that is when she came up with this idea. She thought that me getting married would make me feel safer – would be safer. And I guess it does and is but… I still think about it a lot… like more than I would have hoped to.”

“Jesus, Amanda… I had no idea you were coming here for something like that… I knew something was wrong but… sh*t…”

“It’s okay… I should have told you, so you knew sooner.”

“No, don’t be sorry… I’m sorry I have been so shitty… fvck… I have been awful to you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine and he has no idea where I am since I relocated to your place and hasn’t said anything for at least a month now. He doesn’t have my new phone number so… it should be fine. I just thought you should know so you can tell Cynthia if you want or I could tell her…”

“I’m not worried about Cynthia, right now.”

“I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“Well… I’m sorry but I kind of am… and that is not a bad thing… for me to care about you being okay.”

“I know, and I’m thankful that you do care but I don’t want you to worry.”

He nods.

“I shouldn’t have said anything earlier and I’m sorry… I guess Cynthia walking out like that brought back that fear and I got carried away…”

“No… you were just doing what you thought was right and maybe it was… I care about Cynthia, I do… but if you see parts of him in her…”

“No, that is not what I meant, she is just… she is manipulative… kind of like he was I guess, but, maybe I’m just seeing one side of it…”

“Maybe but… I think I seriously need to think about it all… I don’t think it’s going to work out. I’m not going to kick you out or anything so don’t worry… We are going to get married …”

“Thank you… it means a lot, really…”

“No problem…”

Now, it feels like there was nothing left to say.

Everything has been said.

He stands up and takes in a deep breath before turning to me and rocking back in his shoes.

“I’m going to go actually have some dinner since I didn’t really eat anything… maybe you could join me because I don’t think you ate too much either.” He smiles weakly, trying to make me forget.

“Maybe in a bit…” I smile, thankful for his kindness.

“Okay…” He nods before walking for the door.

“And Amanda…”

I look up at him.

“It’s okay to ask for help… and it’s okay to need it. No one should have to go through things alone. It’s a brave thing to ask for help and to accept it…”

I nod, taking a shaky deep breath as I smile weakly at him – a silent “thank you”.

He shoots me one last sad smile before leaving and closing the door behind him, leaving me feeling a little lighter than I did before he walked in.

Tbc