Love of Another
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,596
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ!
Chapter 3
For the entirety of my marriage, it has been extraordinarily difficult to live everyday as a lie. From childhood, my overzealous mother had taught me that marriage was a sacred union not to be tarnished by lies, affairs, and other evil vices.
To my everlasting shame, I have reduced this union from the shining pedestal it could have stood on to the depths of a mud pit. In addition, my husband, naïve person that he is, believes that nothing is wrong.
For all my lying, however, I do not blame my husband for his refusal to see the truth one bit. It is much easier than waking up every morning and realizing that your marriage is a sham.
As I do.
Years of hiding have resulted in my acceptance of every one of my husband’s faults. When he was a workaholic I did not complain, which even the most horrible spouse has the right to do.
Instead, I made his life as comfortable as possible and stayed in the background. This unfortunately resulted in the continuation of his behavior for several years.
Those years, of course, were the most critical ones in our children’s’ lives. Seeing how distant they are with their father now fills me with guilt and shame every time I think about it.
Shortly after the end of that behavior came indifference. He would come home, eat supper, and then vanish into either his lab or the Gravity Room. I hardly saw him and when I hinted at my concern, he denied that anything was wrong. It took an intervention from his mother to get him to pay attention to the kids.
When I look at his past behavior, I cannot help but believe that it was something I did or said to change what I had believed to be a proud father and husband to be an aloof, cold person that I barely recognized. The change was so sudden…
It was right after I succumbed to an illness that left me delirious for three days.
Thankfully, however, our marriage became a somewhat stable one that seemed to be the shining example for other couples that we knew. Mirai Torunksu slowly found more time to spend with the family, which resulted in set nights of the week in which we would spend time as a family.
Of course, that was years ago. Our children have all moved out by now and it is routine for us to spend nights curled up on the couch together.
Nowadays, when I look in his eyes I see love and resignation, whereas before it was worry that was prevalent in his eyes. Some days I look at him and think that today will be the day that I tell my secret, in hopes that it will ease the weight on my soul.
However, as much as I want to, I know that I probably never will. Especially with what I have learned recently.
Mirai Torunksu, my husband of many years, is slowly dying of some interminable disease that Bulma did not even realize Saiyans could catch.
She theorizes that it is most likely due to the unique mix of our human and Saiyan heritages, but I really cannot bring myself to care. I can only look on as Torunksu slowly wades his way towards death and hold firm to my resolution to make him as comfortable as possible.
I will not, after all, ruin his last days by telling a secret that I should have told many, many years ago.
End of Chapter 3! Please review!!
Chapter 3
For the entirety of my marriage, it has been extraordinarily difficult to live everyday as a lie. From childhood, my overzealous mother had taught me that marriage was a sacred union not to be tarnished by lies, affairs, and other evil vices.
To my everlasting shame, I have reduced this union from the shining pedestal it could have stood on to the depths of a mud pit. In addition, my husband, naïve person that he is, believes that nothing is wrong.
For all my lying, however, I do not blame my husband for his refusal to see the truth one bit. It is much easier than waking up every morning and realizing that your marriage is a sham.
As I do.
Years of hiding have resulted in my acceptance of every one of my husband’s faults. When he was a workaholic I did not complain, which even the most horrible spouse has the right to do.
Instead, I made his life as comfortable as possible and stayed in the background. This unfortunately resulted in the continuation of his behavior for several years.
Those years, of course, were the most critical ones in our children’s’ lives. Seeing how distant they are with their father now fills me with guilt and shame every time I think about it.
Shortly after the end of that behavior came indifference. He would come home, eat supper, and then vanish into either his lab or the Gravity Room. I hardly saw him and when I hinted at my concern, he denied that anything was wrong. It took an intervention from his mother to get him to pay attention to the kids.
When I look at his past behavior, I cannot help but believe that it was something I did or said to change what I had believed to be a proud father and husband to be an aloof, cold person that I barely recognized. The change was so sudden…
It was right after I succumbed to an illness that left me delirious for three days.
Thankfully, however, our marriage became a somewhat stable one that seemed to be the shining example for other couples that we knew. Mirai Torunksu slowly found more time to spend with the family, which resulted in set nights of the week in which we would spend time as a family.
Of course, that was years ago. Our children have all moved out by now and it is routine for us to spend nights curled up on the couch together.
Nowadays, when I look in his eyes I see love and resignation, whereas before it was worry that was prevalent in his eyes. Some days I look at him and think that today will be the day that I tell my secret, in hopes that it will ease the weight on my soul.
However, as much as I want to, I know that I probably never will. Especially with what I have learned recently.
Mirai Torunksu, my husband of many years, is slowly dying of some interminable disease that Bulma did not even realize Saiyans could catch.
She theorizes that it is most likely due to the unique mix of our human and Saiyan heritages, but I really cannot bring myself to care. I can only look on as Torunksu slowly wades his way towards death and hold firm to my resolution to make him as comfortable as possible.
I will not, after all, ruin his last days by telling a secret that I should have told many, many years ago.
End of Chapter 3! Please review!!