Or so I'm told

I hold my breath. I close my eyes just enough to remember I'm still here. I listen for the sound of the ocean. I part my lips and imagine the salt on you skin on my mouth. Why couldn't we just have stayed at the beach forever? But I'm told you blame me. That you're angry, with a chip on your shoulder. That you have nothing left here and I'll never see you again. What I hold on to has been stripped. I found purpose in holding out for the beach with you someday. With the thought of having only the sound of the waves and your heartbeat instead of all the noise that makes my head hurt. I found comfort in living in that memory, thinking it would be my life again. It kept me tethered to life. And still, I call you my beautiful husband. Even knowing you don't love me. I love you, and I remain yours. Even knowing you literally hate me.

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