It wouldn’t be long before it happened yet again.
He promised her he was a changed man, that he was chagrined about what he’d done, what he’d said, that he’d failed to follow through on his commitments. She continued to believe him because, of course, she wanted to trust that what he said was true.
Deep down though she knew. Poof! All his good intentions were just that: in-ten-tions, wishful thinking, fallacies, fantasies of domestic tranquility, peace, harmony, Ye Old White Picket Fence silliness. He would never change and she knew this in her gut. She’d just chosen to temporarily (she told herself) set that aside being because, well, he just might mean it this time around. It could happen, right?
Daily Prompt: Temporary