AN: So this is one of my ideas regarding what happened between Donnie and his ex wife. Keep reading and writing ATW fics (especially writing). Please read and review.
Tightening my coat around me in the frigid Chicago wind, I speed up my pace, swiftly moving down the crowded sidewalk. Finally reaching my desitination, I hurry into the busy coffee house, the one with the good hot chocolate and best cheesecake in town. I place my order and then head to the secluded two-seater booth in the corner. Normally, I spend my Saturdays at this table people watching; however today, I was wrapped up in my thoughts. I was so distracted that I didn't notice someone slide into the seat across from me until I looked up.
"What are you doing here Donnie?" I asked slightly annoyed. He just couldn't seem to leave well enough alone.
"I wanted to talk to you and see how you were doing?"
I was getting more and more aggravated by the minute. "Donnie, we haven't even been divorced for twenty four hours yet and you're already pissing me off."
"Well, there wouldn't even be a divorce had you not jumped to conclusions and kicked me out. You didn't even try to make things work, just made up your mind, screw what I wanted," his voice rising slightly with each word. I turned to see a few people looking.
"Keep your voice down," I scolded him. "The entire restaurant does not need to know this. And just for the record, I may not have tried to save our marriage but stop acting like you're some saint because you didn't try either."
"Stop telling me what to do! Damnit!"
"I wouldn't even be telling you what to do if you would just leave me alone."
Lowering his voice a little, he looked at me. "And just so you know, I did try. I scheduled the appointments with the therapist. I showed up, and sat there looking like a fool who got stood up, week after week."
"Stop trying to blame me. You're the one who cheated. We wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you!"
"I did not sleep with her! I have told you over and over again, nothing happened. She kissed me, I pushed her away. How can you believe some slut over your own husband?" he yelled, frustrated and hurt.
Silently, I looked him in the eye, "Ex-husband." I stood and walked away before I could see the pain appear in his eyes. I tried to tell myself that it is for the best. And yes, I know that he is telling the truth, that he did nothing wrong. But my stubborn streak prevents me from apologizing for not believing him in the first place. Sure, he didn't cheat…at least, not yet.