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Softly, she wept in the corner.

"Maybe she'll answer now" i thought to myself.

It had been an hour and i thought she would have stopped crying by now.

"Whats wrong baby?"

"Not now" she replied still sobbing quietly in her corner

It's that damn phone call. Since she hung up, she hasn't told me what has happened.
We have been together a few years now. Shes never been like this before.

I really wish we hadn't decided to weather this storm.
Whoever said hell was hot, clearly hadn't been to Montana in the winter.
This uneasiness in my stomach wasn't helping.
"Remember the beautiful things" I told myself.

"Can i get you a blanket Rosie?"

"Not now" she repeated again with a flatness in her voice.

I walked over toward the fireplace across the cabin. The fire warms me, but i still feel a bit cold.
Smelling the pine in the air reminds me of Christmas as a kid. Even though we weren't married yet, i still thought of this year as our first year together as a family.

Maybe she didn't like the gift i got her. I thought a nice pair of earrings was a great gift. She spoke about loving emeralds. Sure, they weren't huge, but she would at least know i love her right?

 I was a bit nervous.

"Is it the earrings my love? I can take them back and buy something bigger." I said feeling like I had let her down.

"No, can you please give me some space for awhile?" she nearly yelled at me.

I was shocked. She has never raised her voice to me like that before. What was that fucking phone call about? I was starting to get annoyed.

Desperate to distract myself, I thought back to our trip to San Diego. We walked on the beach, had a romantic dinner Downtown, and caught up with a few old friends we left behind. Maybe Rosie found out about my old fling with our friend Anni back when me and her first met.

It seemed unlikely that its what causing her to cry like this. That was years ago, and Anni wouldn't call to tell her would she?
My mind swam with the nauseating possibilities.

Despite this storm, the evening thus far had been quite wonderful. Rosie, Me and a fireplace in this quaint cabin spending our favorite holiday together. Whoever that was on the phone really had better have a damn good excuse for ruining our Christmas like this.

Rosie got up, and slowly crossed over to our bed. She stared at me for a few seconds with a clear look of guilt on her face before laying down on top of the covers.

What could she have to feel guilty about?

"She loves me, she loves me, she loves me" I mumble to myself. Maybe she has another boyfriend on the side. Maybe that motherfucker called her.

I wanted to go ask her, but when i got up, she looked asleep.

"I'm being foolish" i thought to myself. "She wouldn't do such a thing. shes a sweet girl".
I felt pathetic trying to convince myself of something that should be obvious. of course she loves me.

Looking into the fire, i started to think of the day i met her. We were both in San Diego going to college.We were both undecided, shared no classes, but ran into each other at a local mom and pop diner. I got the french toast like always because as far as i thought, it was the biggest kept secret in the city.  She came in and made true every cliche about seeing a girl across a room.

She ordered french toast and came and sat right next to me
"you like the french toast here too?" she asked. " no matter where i am in the city, i come here for my breakfast because the french toast is amazing"
I made weak joke about "freedom toast" and she laughed. It was a loud goofy laugh and i was amazed that she didn't seem to care what anyone thought about how loud she was. I was smitten.

I pulled the blanket around me a little tighter; partly from the cold, partly from being waist high in nostalgia.

I got up about to go and lay next to her when i heard her say "i miss you". She was obviously dreaming, but who the hell could she be missing? 

"it has to be me" i told myself. I wasn't sure of that at all.
It had better not be that piece of shit that was on the phone. I swear to god, if shes cheating on my, I'll kill him.
I suddenly found myself unable to sit down. My mind was flooding with terrible thoughts, and worries.
Why the fuck was she crying? What did i do? What did she do? I felt my adrenaline starting to flow.

The phone rang and i picked it up on the first ring.
"who is this?" I demand in an angry tone.
"uh, i think i got the wrong number dude" and hung up a second later.

It a mans voice.

 I felt a cold wave travel down my back.
Whoever said hatred was red hot clearly hasn't felt what its like to want to kill someone.
I paced around the room not knowing what to do with myself.

That cunt is crying about missing that bastard.
I wonder if i know him?
After all I've fucking done for her, and she would cheat on me?
I was going to kill her. I was quite resolved. 
Frantically, I searched for my golf club.
A nine iron. A nice big message.
I've given this woman my love and she goes and fucks around on me with "dude guy",

I quickly started to make my way toward the bed in a rage ready to split the ungrateful bitches head open.
I stood over her for what felt like an eternity mustering up every last piece of hatred in my body to strike her hard. no mistakes.
Then the club fell from my hands with thud.
"Stupid fucking sweaty hands." I thought out loud.

"James?"

"What you cold-hearted whore?" i wanted to say, but instead I stared at her with no emotion ready to pick up the club again.

"I'm sorry about crying and ignoring you awhile ago my darling. It's just that the earrings you got me were so beautiful. They reminded me of the emerald bracelet my dad got me for graduation before he died"

There i sat numb, my brain with conflicting emotions caught in a state of paralysis.

"Me and my mom talked about my daddy for awhile after i told her what you got me. All the memories just make me miss him so much" she explained.

Confused, i sat on the corner of the bed and gave her a hug.

"It's okay baby girl."

She whispered in my ear,  "This is why I love you so much. You are always patient with me, and never let things get to you".