Homewreckers

[DanielleNguyen]

In America, nothing is sacred anymore. Recently, I have felt very threatened and shocked at how fast women jump to ruin my home. I had lost a love to a home wrecker before. He was someone I knew since the 9th grade in high school and we got together and lived together for a while before relocating back to his state to help his mother. It was there that I found out I was pregnant. When I told him I could see the sadness on his face. I knew in my heart he didn't really want the child. There were nights I would stay up sleeping at the dinner table til 3 a.m. waiting for him to come from work. We were living with his mom at the time and I usually took care of the three younger ones. My pug, Moka, would stay in my lap and nights when he wasn't there to hold me I would cry in her fur. His mom had caught him with other girls but I just worked harder to try to improve myself. By three months pregnant one of my friends (who became my husband the next year in June) gave me the courage to go home. He latter admitted his feelings for me. We spent months talking over the phone because he was thousands of miles away. In October he came to visit me and he loved my I am me personality. I ordered food I wanted, acted like he wasn't watching, and in public grabbed him for a dance in a outdoor museum. When my son was 3 months old, after Anthony came back from Kuwait we tied the knot. That was almost a year ago. In January we found out I was expecting again. I conceived on Christmas and our son/daughter is due Oct 1, 2014. My marriage has been happy. We go to bed holding each other and we love each other deeply. I know he would never cheat on me. However, that doesn't stop women from pursuing him. Married women, single women, even underage girls chase after my man. It doesn't matter. Morals are gone. I use to think the band on my hand meant something. I thought it was a lifelong promise made under the eyes of God, one that can never be broken. I thought my ring meant I am his alone and he is mine alone. However, to everyone else my ring is just a ring. My marriage is just a piece of paper. And like before the child in my stomach is just a child to everyone else. My husband is still fair game. Yesterday, my husband went on a pregnancy craving run to fetch me cantaloupe and soon as he came home he told me about how people pointed at him and how the underage cashier double bagged all our fruit. Inside as he told me this I hurt. It wasn't the first time he has had admirers. He has had a lot more lately and lately I have been working harder to keep his attention on me whether it be to have a nice dinner or subtle changes to my appearance. However, I can't help but wonder what if one day we get in a big fight or what if a day of weakness comes. In America nothing is sacred. You have to fight for what you have. Even then sometimes you loose.