crash! as something fell to the floor and broke.


    What''s going on?!! I was screaming internally, but on the outside it was as if my body had been turned into a plaster shell of myself. The only thing I could do was stand there and stare. You knew exactly what was going on. A nasty little voice cut through the din in my mind. You had it coming. It''s your fault for ignoring the signs. And oh god it was right. The late night text messages that she wouldn''t let me read, how differently she acts around Scotty, and the amount of time she spends getting ready every time he came over. The gifts ''from her coworkers'' that seem too fancy and too intimate for workplace friendships. The image of her in her new dress and that new bracelet surfaced, a mocking caricature in my mind taunting me with the truth I couldn''t bring myself to admit. I should''ve connected to dots a long, long time ago. But I didn''t.


    thwack! His head snapped back as he stumbled, tripping over the garbage can and cursing. The second on crunched against his nose, and to my satisfaction blood began to flow, dribbling down his chin. This pathetic bastard. Another punch and he went down, curled up on the floor and coughing. I drew my leg back and kicked, my foot planted itself into his flabby stomach. This. This was the son of a bitch that my wife cheated on me with.


    pushed.


    bang, and the doorknob jammed into my side, winding me. I also hit my head pretty hard, but I barely registered the pain stabbing into the back of my skull. Black dots swam in my vision and threatened to swallow my consciousness.


    What the fuck is wrong with him?