Title:           [FS] Not the only one.
Author:          ChurchClothes
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/j2MrFenu
First Edit:      Sunday 24th of July 2016 05:26:20 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 24th of July 2016 05:26:20 PM CDT

 
>It happened again.
>You look at the clock again now on verge of weeping, hoping that your eyes had made some sort of mistake.
>But they didn't.
>He had done it again.
>You drop to your knees and let your tears flow.
>Even after being through this many times before, it didn't hurt any less.
"M-maybe he's actually running late this time, yeah that's it..."
>You lied.
>You had seen it with your own two eyes-
>"Mom? Are you alright?"
>Recognizing the voice of your son, you look up from the floor and put on your best smile.
"Oh yes sweetie, just a little cold, that's all."
>Wiping the moisture from your eyes, you hope he believes your excuse.
>His worried look remains, despite being smaller now.
>"Oh, okay."
>He turns to leave but you still manage to place a kiss on his cheek.
>You see the blush as he goes back outside, which causes you to giggle.
>Once done, you sigh.
>You'd lost your train of thought, what were you even so upset about?
>Oh. Right...
>Anon.
>Even his name makes your emotions go wild.
>You enter your kitchen and begin work on dinner.
>Your tears are running freely, but your suppress your sniffles.
 
>You loved him.
>He was your husband and the father of your children.
>He gave you what you'd always wanted.
>And yet, here he was, doing it again.
>At first he'd only be late once every few months, claiming there was work that needed to be done.
>You didn't have any reason not to believe him.
>Then it was once every month.
>Then every fortnight.
>Then every week.
>You still listened to his lies.
>It was only after he started doing it basically every other day that you got just a little suspicious.
>But your didn't push it any further.
>Then, one day Anon left his lunch, so like the good partner that you were, you ran it to him.
>You have regretted it ever since.
>After entering the unfamiliar building, you finally found him.
>With -her-.
>That white whorse.
>You feel the anger starting to boil your blood.
>Of course you didn't assume anything at first, she was your mutual friend after all.
>Until you saw them kiss.
>In that instant you questioned everything you'd ever been told in your life.
>You denied it though.
>"Maybe that's just how they greet each other?" You told yourself.
>After this, she left and you gave him the bag.
>He acted exactly like he did before.
>As if nothing had happened.
>He smiled that grin that you can't stand to even think of now.
>And yet, you believed your own lies.
>Still, just to be sure, you followed him after work.
>You told yourself you were paranoid.
>That you'd already figured it out.
>That you were in the wrong.
>Then your worst nightmare was confirmed.
>He went to that putrid boutique.
>You peered in the window and saw them...
 
>You feel your hoof slip on the counter as you chop carrots.
>You just wanted to forgot all of that.
>Maybe if you didn't know, you could try to be like before.
>Or at least take some of the pain away.
>You throw the sliced vegetables in the pot and lower the heat to simmer before going back upstairs.
>You throw yourself on the bed and release everything.
>You just wanted him to stop so you could move past this.
>But you know that wouldn't happen.
>You'd already thought about this.
>Even if you could muster the courage to confront either of them, what then?
>You and Anon would most definitely separate.
>He would just go with that cow.
>But your kids?
>There was no way you would allow them to live with him now.
>Most likely though, they'd stay with you.
>You cry even harder.
>You had difficulty providing just for yourself before you met Anon.
>So now with two extra mouths to feed.
>...
>You sniffle and look up.
>There was a picture of you and Anon the day of your wedding.
>He was cradling you in his arms as you kissed his cheek.
>Even after all this.
>You still care about him.
>But you're not staying for him.
>It's all for them.
>Even if their father is a lying horrible example, they would be better off like this.
>Getting off the bed, you go into the bathroom and clean yourself off a bit, finishing it off by tying your mane back into a bun.
>At that moment, you heard the door open, followed by the familiar voice of your husband.
>"Honey I'm home."
>His word are both daggers and music to your ears as you fly down the stairs.
>You manage a smile as you flutter down the stairs, landing on the last step.