My Love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
What is wrong with my love?

Submitted: June 30, 2016

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Submitted: June 30, 2016

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My Love

My love, what are you doing?

My love said nothing. He continued to dig a hole in our back yard. The sun was beating down on him, casting shadows that accentuated his sculpt. His shirt was stained with sweat and made his muscles shine like bronze. I bit my lower lip at his grunts that echoed into the wind. His persistence was concerning to me, but I figured that was what men do. They always get lost in their craft

* * *

My love, please come to bed?

It was late, but he was still working. He emptied bag after bag of concrete into the hole he had dug. I was worried he was taking this too seriously. He hadn’t taken a break except once when I brought him water and a turkey sandwich. He didn’t sit down to eat or drink. He nodded, took two bites to finish, and washed it down with his beer. He never even thanked me. I cut the crusts off just the way his mom made it when he was young. I touched the small of his back. I didn’t feel him shudder or even twitch. He just continued on emptying each bag of its contents.

* * *

My love, it is late.

I woke around three in the morning to the sound of the hose. I looked out of the bedroom window to my love mixing water and concrete in the hole. He looked filthy and beaten. He had circles under his eyes and dirt on his face. I wish he would stop and come to bed with me. It’s awfully cold in this bed without his strong arms to shield the chill from my body. I remember our first night together as a couple. I left the window open to watch the snow fall, but had forgotten to close it. My love was there to comfort me and make sure I would avoid the sniffles.

* * *

My love, I’m leaving for work

He was sleeping on the couch, covered in filth. I did not mind though. He was tired after all and I have no idea what time he gave up on his project. It must’ve been when spread the concrete flat. That was the only thing that resembled progress. Maybe it’s my anniversary gift from him. It is fifteen days from now. It must be big if he is taking this long to work on it. Get some rest my love. I will find you a gift of equal value.

* * *

Will you like this, my love?

I think I found him the perfect gift. He is a big fan of our local baseball team. I got the whole team to sign balls, posters, and a letter I wrote him. I think he will love it, but I feel like it is not enough. Oh, my love, please forgive my anxiety. I arrived from work, but he was nowhere to be found. His truck was gone, so he must’ve gone to work. I’ll make him a special dinner for his hard work. Pot roast with a baked potato and corn on the cob, his favorite. I finished cooking as I heard his truck pull in. I adjusted my hair to be perfect for his arrival, it needed to be perfect. He walked in the front door and walked out the back door. My smile faded as I noticed what he was up to. He was still working on his project.

* * *

My love, will you not eat?

I was holding a plate of food wrapped in tin foil. I had begged him for an hour to come in and eat with no luck. He refused to acknowledge me. I understand the want to please me, but this was getting out of hand. He barely ate, he did not take breaks, and he refused to talk to me. I have not heard him speak ever since he started this project. I hope its special enough for him to ignore me like that.

* * *

What are you building, my love?

I originally thought he was building me a gazebo of sorts, but that is out of the question. He has started placing large bricks around the perimeter of the concrete slab. I feel as if another long night of worrying will befall my mind tonight. He heaves brick after brick onto the slab with no breaks in between. He measures the width between each brick and adjusts slightly. He has always been consumed by the preciseness of things. He’ll make sure each brick is placed meticulously even. I pull up a chair and watch him through our window. His movements make my mind wonder to when I would watch him build the house we live in. Back then, he smiled when he worked. Now, his eyes are empty and it concerns me.

* * *

Where are you, my love?

I drifted asleep and awoke a few hours later. He is gone. I see he has made serious headway with his project, but he is not working on it now. I have searched the entire house, but I have found no trace of him. No dirty shoes, no sweat droplets, no love. I bite my nails and walk around the cul-de-sac we live in. It’s too late for him to see any of our neighbors, but I cannot find him. I return home to the sound of scraping outside. He has returned and is continuing placing bricks on top of one another. I can’t worry about him anymore. I’m too tired to concern myself with him for now.

* * *
I trust you, my love.

I shall put the thought of him in the back of my mind. My love will not tempt me with his work and his mysterious nature. I trust him enough to leave him and focus on my own job. I kiss his cheek as I leave for work. It tasted like sweat and dirt. He smelled of man and it made me blush. I wish I could cuddle with him on the couch and skip work entirely, but I have made my commitment. Please be careful my love.

* * *

What have you done, my love?

I return home to find his boss yelling at him. He is shouting and waving his arms madly while my love continues working. Three walls are connected to one another, while a fourth has a hole in it. I presume for a door. I think about the thought of a reading corner. Similar to a “man cave,” but for me. Somewhere for me to escape life and be encapsulated by an author’s words and thoughts. I adore romance novels and thrillers. My mind is brought back by the escalating chaos outside. Red begins to form on the boss’ face, but my husband pays no attention. He continues to work and not care for interaction. The boss is fuming when he reaches out and grabs my love by the shirt. My love removed the grip from his shirt and punches his boss in the face. I rush out the back door and gasp at the sight. My love is towering over the man who is now bleeding from his nose. His physical prowess makes me shudder with excitement, but the lack of remorse on his face makes me quiver in fear. The boss gets up and run around the back side of the house while screaming, “You’ll be sorry.”

* * *

What will you do, my love?

For five days straight, my love has not noticed me. I have resorted to humiliating myself in public by wearing lingerie and obscene makeup in our backyard. I have screamed and shouted at him. I have caressed him and jumped on his back for his attention. I may have acted like a child, but my love still has yet to notice me. He has simply moved me out of his way in favor of building. He has installed a heavy iron door, a smaller stone room inside the stone walls, and various utilities within the first set of walls: a generator, a/c, and electrical wiring. I still assume the building is for me, but he is making me upset. He received a court summons from his boss, but he has not said anything about it. I fear what will happen if he ignores it. I’ve started drinking wine again. I don’t like to be drunk, but I don’t want to worry about him. In nine days is our anniversary and I hope he is back to normal by then.

* * *

What are you building, my love?

I still don’t know what my love is building. I assume he is finished for now, but he has moved on to buying large quantities of food. He has hauled giant kegs with “water” written on the sides of them. I counted 15 in total. He has installed solar panels into the tops of the roof. I wish he would’ve just built me a reading nook, but I think the room is now for his own pleasure. I just want him to be done. Tomorrow is our anniversary. I bought a large peanut butter cake, his favorite. “Just one more day,” I keep telling myself. Then it will all be over, I hope.

* * *

Where are you, my sweet?

“Please, please, please, come back home now.”

“My love, I can’t leave now. I have a huge meeting in an hour.”

“My sweet, I need you to come home now! I can’t live without you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my love. I’ll be home by 5 for dinner and cake. Happy anniversary by the way!”
 

“Listen to me! You need to come home. It doesn’t matter if you have anything important. This is important.”

“My love, what is going on? Everyone is running around. This isn’t normal. Oh dear god! My love there is-“

“Sweetie? My sweet? Oh god, What have I done?”


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