I'm going to lose her. I can feel it.

Every fibre of his being felt like it was strung out and stretched to the limit. It was like his whole body was so tense that it was like he was mere seconds from snapping in half.

Her new lover is more than I can ever hope to be. And she's a woman! How can it be a woman? Wasn't I man enough for her?

His mind races wildly. All his thoughts were swirling in his head, on top of each other and twisting together into a messy web of chaos that he can't seem to straighten out.

My family. I can't lose my family. I need them to show society how perfect I am and what a great leader I can be. Why can't people see how great I really am? Why won't people see this? Am I the only one that can see this?

He looks at his ex wife, sitting quietly and playing with the their young son. A small content smile crosses her lips. She looks satisfied. His mouth was full of hateful words, so spiteful and targeted to be incredibly nasty, resting on the verge of spilling out.

Can't have this. She can't be happy without me! Bitch. How dare she be happy with a woman... A WOMAN! They can't even fuck properly... God. This is so ridiculous.

I'm glad that I crushed those flowers that she was given. How can she accept gifts from that bitch that is trying to break up the family? Like she taunting me. Flowers are such a waste of money. They just die anyway. Like this new relationship. That should die too.

He paces from room to room, trying to find clarity, some kind of light to shine through the fog of madness inside his head. A beacon of hope that he can cling too.

She's checking her phone! Must see what she's writing. Probably talking to that cunt... Damn she saw me coming and put her phone away! That's ok. That's ok. I'll just have a look through it when she's asleep. I'll find out what she's been saying about me! All lies, because I'm such a wonderful husband. All her lies will come undone.

She's done this so many times before... These infatuations won't last and she'll come crawling back to me. On her hands and knees, begging me to take her back. And I won't! I'll find another to replace her, right after I sort through all the trash that comes with online dating. Bloody women that don't look like their profile photos!

He stares at his ex, his resentment building inside him. It starts to rise deep inside him, coursing through his veins and muddying his mind with hot white fury. His thoughts start swirling faster and tumbling over each other. Within his deep stupor,  he tries desperately to come up with a plan. A plan to try and split them up.

Must find a way to make them break up. Need to think of ways to make it difficult for them to be together. Maybe my son? Must find a way to keep him on my side... He needs to turn against her and be on my side. Just my side. Not hers. If our son turns against her then maybe she'll rethink the whole relationship. If she thinks that finding and keeping this new happiness will be easy, she can think again!

He goes and sits in the lounge room, placing his head in his hands, trying to clutch at some kind sliver of hope. His mind still racing, thinking of the most vile and despicable things possible, in a last ditch effort at holding on to his ex wife. A woman that he's cheated on so many times, and who has forgiven him too many times to count. A woman who has finally had enough. A woman who is trying to move on and just be happily content within herself and her new partner.