Writing Prompt Wednesday #85

12. WRITE ABOUT A TIME THAT YOUR ILLUSIONS OF SOMEONE OR SOMETHING WERE SHATTERED
https://www.readpoetry.com/22-poetry-prompts-to-help-you-write-your-next-great-poem/
TW: Cheating

NOTE: Sorry I missed last week's prompt, I was super busy and wasn't feeling well. I hope you all enjoy WPW #85!

    I remember that day that everything shattered. It seems so far away, like it happened a million lifetimes ago. But it also seems like it happened just yesterday evening. Still, I can remember it so clearly.
    I was young, seven years old in fact. It was a night like any other. You and I sat in front of the TV, playing video games and watching the a baseball game. Dad was still at work so it was just us. You and I.
    You had ordered a pizza, so when the doorbell rang you got up and went to the door. It took me a second to realize that you had left your phone right there on the couch, unlocked and open to your most recent text messages.
    Now, I’m sure you know this already, but I was (and still am) a very nosy person. So, of course, your phone there immediately had my curiosity piqued. I wondered what kind of things Mommy could have on her super secret adult phone. I wish that I had never looked.
    The text messages were open to someone named “James” with more heart emojis than I could count by his name. I looked at the messages, which were dated for not but five minutes ago.

    “When do I get to see you again?”
    “Soon babe. My husband is at work so he’ll be out all night. Just let me put the kid to bed and it’ll be all you and me ;)”
    “Ugh finally. I love you”
    “I love you too”
    I tilted my head up at you when you walked back into the room, seemingly unaware of what had just transpired. I held up your phone and asked, “Mommy who’s James?”
    Your face shifted, from shock to fear to anger as you looked at me. “Why were you snooping through my phone?”
    “You left it open,” I said. “Why did you tell him ‘I love you’?” You only tell me and Daddy and Grampie and Grammie I love you.”
    You sighed, and knelt down in front of me. “Listen, sweetheart I don’t expect you to understand. This is adult stuff. Sometimes adults aren’t happy and they need to find someone who makes them happy. You’ll understand when you’re an adult.”
    “Does Daddy know?”
    “No sweetie, and he’s not going to. This can just be our little secret, alright?” You asked. I frowned. “Please? For Mommy?”
    “Alright,” I said, but already I could feel my world crumbling. You’d never ask me to keep anything a secret, at least that’s what I thought. “For you Mommy.”
    “That’s my good girl.”