Revealed

She sat in the chair breathing heavily, crossed her legs then uncrossed them, look up at the ceiling and let out a loud sigh. She crossed her legs again and vigorously shook her feet. Her eyes then settled on me, her stare pierced me like a spear made of ice. She began slowly as if searching for the right words to say (usually that was never a problem). "So.....you are Brass Knuckle? You are that lewd pervert who cusses and write a bundle of nonsense? Oh my God no wonder you wanted to meet Raptus to give her that turtle!!! You were planning to cheat on me!!!" "Honey that's not true I only wrote that Ice Cream piece for fun I swear there was no intention to cheat" I interjected. She paused for a while, tears streaming down her face "Why did you write those things? Don't you know how embarrassing it would be for me if my friends found out that my husband is a pervert? Did you not think of that?

She continued on for what seemed hours. I stayed silent through all of her rantings. I didn't know my writing were that bad, I never saw myself as a pervert. I thought I was exploring a creative part of my brain. I was channeling pent up aggression into something good. I was in a better place so I thought coming clean would have brought some sort of healing for us. I know I was distant for the past few months and I thought we could have both laughed at my efforts at creative writing and musings. I was wrong.

I got up and silently closed the room door, walked out of the house and into the cane field. I needed to clear my head, something about the rippled trench water provided that relief. I laid on the dam and closed my eyes as the cool midnight breeze gushed around me. Where did I go wrong?