Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

Chapter One 
Walking in his shoes...

My husband of 11 years slept soundly, he looked like a little boy sleeping peacefully without a care in the world, I wrapped my arm around him, and played with  his black hair, he recepicated my acts of affection by wrapping his arm around my waist with one arm and the the other under his head, pulling me on to his chest, my head resting on his chest. 

I ran my fingers down his olive skin, tracing the lines of his body.
He took pleasure in my touch.

"Mmmm... Baby.. That feels so good."  He moaned softly.

He slowly opened his eyes...  Those beautiful serpentine light green eyes, there was a lot of love and a lot of pain in those light green eyes as he ran his fingers through my hair...

I chuckled softly and smiled at the love of my life and the father of my kids.

"Mornin handsome, how are you?" I greeted seductively

He chuckled thoughtfully, the stress was back on his face. Something was wrong...

"I'm okay... Um. I'm even better now that you're in my arms..."
 He stated affectionately.
 
I cupped his cheek and He cupped mine, there was this tempestuest look in his eyes, as if there was a battle going on in his mind, a war within himself.

He couldn't keep eye contact, he tore himself away from my gaze, he was hidding something. Something painful...

His hand fell away from my cheek, anger and sadness clashing.

"Luciano. Baby what's wrong? What's goin on???  Don't shut me out, please talk to me... I pleaded calmly yet desperately.

His breathing was heavy and choppy, as if he was angry like he was hearing someone else's voice and not mine.

"Donatella... Please get off me..."
 Luciano demeaned. 

Before I could say a word, he gave me this raging look, his thick eyebrows kitted together, his pearly white teeth flashing like that of a lion. He was pissed and didn't want to hear it.

"O-okay... I'm getting off..." I stammered nervously.

I got off him like he wanted me to and watched as he sat up on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands.

I walked over to where he sat and sat right next to him Without saying a word...

He turned around to face me, I took his hands in mine.

"Donatella... There's something I've been meaning to tell you..." Luciano admitted hesitantly.

I rubbed his hands gently, since Luciano appeared to be nervous,   Luciano cleared his throat in order to prepare himself for what he was going to tell me.

 I just sat there waiting and listening.

" I was hoping I would never have to tell you but here we are..." He said admittedly

I inhaled and exhaled slowly, my chest feeling kind of heavy, I rubbed his cheek with the pad of my thumb, eager to know what it was he wanted to tell me, Fear rattling in my ribcage while keeping calm and maintaining my composure.

"Okay... What is it Luce?" I said anxiously. Wanting so badly to help.

Luciano licked his lips and silently gulped, fear must have been rattling in his ribcage too, I guess...

"I have Depressive Psychosis and I've had it since I was a kid, which is why I've been acting strangely..." He confessed  hesitantly.

My eyes were laced with concern, my husband was silently suffering and I had no idea...

"Luce... Why didn't you tell me?"
I questioned, Luciano could No longer face me, his skin was hot and His shame could be seen.


"I didn't tell you because I'm suppose to be well and strong, I'm... A man, the man of the house..."