Worth The Fight

As soon as he took off for the garage, I twirled around in front of the big picture mirror that covered the south wall of the living room. As a young girl, I had always hated this mirror, and after seeing all my imperfections, now, I hated it even more. I sat down on the oversized, outdated couch, picked up the remote, and switched on the TV. The only thing that would make me feel better, besides food, was to lose myself in one of my favorite episodes of Outlander. "Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. You wouldn't care that I might have grown too big for my breeks, now, would ya?" If I didn't have the excitement Jamie brought to my life, I don't know what I would do. I loved Ally, more than life itself, but I couldn't take her rejection anymore. We no longer seemed to have the same interests. We had so much fun together when we first met. When did everything change? She'd put on a few pounds, but who didn't as they aged. Okay, I hadn't. I was a freak of nature, and Al resented me for it. So, instead of listening to her grumbling about it, I set up a gym in the garage, hoping she would use it with me. But, whenever I ask her to join me, she throws it back in my face and refuses. We hadn't been married that long, and I wanted the closeness we used to have, I wanted my wife back. But sadly, I believe she's fallen for someone else. I've heard her whisper the name Jamie in her sleep. I don't know who he is, but when I find out…