Written in the Scars(34)

He starts to speak and then stops a few times, like he’s gathering the courage to share whatever secret he’s kept to himself. The longer it takes him to come forward with the truth, the more confident I feel that I don’t want to hear it.

“Save it,” I say, starting back to the kitchen. If he won’t leave, I will.

“I felt emasculated.”

The room stills, an eerie silence dropping over the space. He doesn’t speak and neither do I as he waits for some sort of reaction.

“I did,” he shrugs, looking at the floor. “Here I am, the man of the house. I can’t work and I’m sitting here all f*cking day, watching you kill yourself at work and taking care of the house and me and paying the bills while I do nothing.”

“You were hurt,” I say in disbelief.

“And then,” he continues, like he got a second wind, “all I hear about is the baby stuff. When we can have sex, when we can’t. What’s wrong with you, what could be wrong with me.”

“Well, I’m sorry for wanting to have your child!” I burst out.

“I want you to have my child. I want you to have a f*cking dozen of them!” he booms. “But my God, Elin. That’s all it was about. I felt like I couldn’t perform, like I was shooting blanks and you were judging me for it, and I swear to all that’s holy, I don’t believe there’s anything wrong with us but the f*cking pressure.”

I blink back salty tears as the truth lingers on my tongue. Before I can find the courage to tell him about the baby, he speaks again and I’m relieved.

“You were pissed all the time and that made me frustrated and it was just one thing after another. Every time one of us opened our mouths—”

“We’d fight,” we say in unison. Exchanging a sad smile, I bow my head.

“I wasn’t with another woman. I wasn’t on drugs, no matter what Pettis told you. Yes, I took that money to buy them, but I didn’t.”

Looking up at him, I hold my breath. “But you were going to?”

“Yeah. I won’t lie to you. I was just taking what I was prescribed, basically, although I went through that last script in about half the time. I was going to buy more and just keep the numbness I had going on to block everything out.” He takes a step towards me. “But I didn’t.”

“Where’s the money now?”

“I used it to live. Food, gas, whatever.” His face falls. “I pussed out. You asked me to go and I did. I just . . . I wanted a break from all the fighting. I thought we could take some time apart and really clear our heads, you know? Why come back if it’s the same thing?”

I want to tell him because I needed him, because I was silently pleading for him to return, but I don’t because that would require an explanation I’m not ready to give him. I cross my arms across my chest, both as an outward expression to keep him away . . . and to keep myself for reaching for him.

“Where did you go?” I ask.

“Kruger Farms. I stayed over there in the top of a barn of a farmer that my dad used to know.” He chews his bottom lip, watching me.

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Yeah, baby, you are. You can call them and ask them, if you want.” He forces a swallow before squaring his shoulders to me. “I wasn’t an addict, or I don’t think I was. But the first few days of being there, I had to get off the pain meds. I was sick. It was worse than I thought it was going to be, but I did it. And if I went through all of that in front of you, you’d never look at me the same way again,” he smiles sadly. “I hit rock bottom, E.”

My chest heaves as the weight of his words falls on me. I had no idea things were this serious with him. A part of me wants to hold him, to ask him why, and another part of me wants to slap him for being so stupid.

More than ever, I’m looking at a man that, on the surface, I know better than anyone. But do I even know him at all?

“How do I know you won’t do that again?” I ask. “Do you want pills now?”

He smiles the most honest grin I’ve seen since he’s been back. “I have no interest. I only want you.”

My mind reels. “Why didn’t you come to me? Why didn’t you let me help you?”

“That’s why I left, so maybe there would be some hope that we could fix this. That I could fix this. There was no way I could let you see me like that. It would taint you.”

“It still tainted me. It ruined our marriage.”

His features harden again. “Our marriage is not ruined.”

“There’s no way to fix this, Ty. Not like you want. Not like I’d want. I don’t even know you. I mean, drugs, Ty?”

“I’m clean. I swear to God. I wasn’t an addict or something, just starting down that road, but thank f*ck I caught it. Or maybe you caught it by catching me. I don’t know,” he sighs. “I’ll fix this, Elin.”

“How do you think you’re going to fix the damage you caused when you don’t even know what that all entails?”

“Tell me,” he says earnestly.

I shake my head.

His eyes cloud, his voice wavering. “I need you, Elin.”

Looking down the hall, my chest tightens. I remember sitting in the bathroom that’s not fifteen steps from where we are, watching the toilet water turn pink after my doctor’s appointment. Feeling a part of me leave my body, a part of my heart ripping away.