Pissed
Fifty-Eight: Celin
Standing in the kitchen, staring out the window as my hands are submerged into the hot soapy water. I’m pissed and don’t know how to extinguish the emotion without hurting the ones I love. I just don’t get it, it has been two weeks since we picked Rosa up from the airport. Two weeks since that day that I had seen Tony, or Roberto as he is called now. Two weeks since the day he turned his back on me and walked away. Walked away from the woman that is six months pregnant at the time with his child. I slam my hands into the sudsy water making bubbles fly everywhere as I’m breathing hard.
How am I supposed to do this now. When he was dead. I knew that I had to do it. I had to be strong for my children and not fall apart. Now though…. Just knowing he is alive and s
