Hi, everyone! It hasn't been too terribly long since I last wrote an article, but considering I was writing one a day for a little bit, I wanted to start that up again. So, I'm going to be going the 30 Day Writing Challenge that I created.

here is the article with everything on it if you'd like to do this along with me :)

Day 1 is to write a short story, so that's exactly what I did to post today. I hope that you enjoy this random short story called, Misconceptions.


She didn't want to open the door. She knew that she needed to, but she wanted to keep it shut forever. The person on the other side didn't deserve it to be opened for them.

"Mama?" a voice called quietly. It was followed by the soft pattering of footsteps, and it took the woman's attention from the door.

"Yes, sweetheart?" she asked, reaching down and picking up her four year old little girl.

"Why is the door ringing?"

The woman sighed, making the rational decision to open the door. She couldn't keep the visitor away forever, and it was time that she stopped trying.

Without answering her daughter, the twenty-nine year old walked towards the door, opening it carefully. When the task was done and the visitor was revealed, the woman tucked her child behind her arm, molding her face into a mask of indifference.

"Hey," the man at the door said after a moment. He realized that the owner of the home was not going to speak first, and if anything was to happen he would have to instigate it. "Can I come inside?"

The small girl wiggled around in her mother's arms once she heard the man speak, but she was unable to see him fully. But the woman didn't want her too anyway.

"What do you want?" she asked, barely looking the intruder in the eye.

The man sighed. His eyes were heavy and hooded, but he wanted to seem collected. That had never been something he was good at, but maybe it would work out for him just this once. He needed it to.

"Can I just come in?" he repeated. "Please, Maya?"

The woman named Maya had no intention of letting him inside. She hadn't even wanted to open the door and see him, let alone let him back into her home. But since he had already seen a small glimpse of her, she found it hard to turn him away completely.

Without speaking, Maya stepped back away from the door, giving the man the full opportunity to enter her safe haven. He took it, grateful for the chance she was giving him, and Maya closed the door again once he was inside.

The man stood awkwardly while he waited for Maya, and he wasn't sure he knew what was allowed. He came to the home for very specific reasons, but once he was finally there they all died in his throat.

"What do you want, Nathan?" Maya asked hoarsely, a foreign emotion causing her voice to quake. It didn't help any that the small girl she held was still struggling and whimpering to get away.

Nathan sighed once again, taking off his baseball cap and running his fingers through the thin hair on his head. "I want to talk."

Maya scowled at the man, cursing herself for allowing this to happen in the first place. Why had she allowed him to come in anyway? She knew better. But she didn't voice any of her thoughts, even if she wanted to. She wasn't able to, her words being cut off by another fair of small footsteps and the whimpering the continued to grow louder from the little girl.

"Dad?" The voice belonged to a eight year old boy, and he was just as shocked to see the man as Maya was about letting him in.

Nathan's eyes widened and he turned his head around, noticing the boy who stood their stiffly and surprised.

"Yeah, bud," Nathan whispered, clearing his throat when his voice died out a little. "It's just me."

The boy was uncertain of how he should feel. His father had been gone for almost three months now, and was present only part of the time for six months before that. How was he supposed to feel towards the man?

Maya wanted her children to want nothing to with the broken man that stood in her hallway. But regardless of what she wanted, her kids wanted something else, and they still loved their father as if he had never left them.

Watching as her son went to hug his father, Maya decided that it was all right to let Nathan hold their daughter for a little while. It took him a minute to pull away from the boy before he could turn and grab the preschooler, but once he did the little girl seemed to be much happier.

"Hi, my sweet baby," Nathan cooed, smiling at the child in his arms. She giggled at her father, holding on to him tighter than Maya had ever seen.

"I missed you both so much," Nathan whispered quietly to his children. But it was too soft for Maya to overhear, and she waited a few more minutes before deciding to intervene.

Sighing, she walked back over to the group of three, gently grabbing her daughter from Nathan's grasp. The four year old made an immediate sound of protest, but Maya ignored it, wanting to get the man out of her home and away from her children.

"What are you doing?" Nathan asked, irritation crawling up into the depths of his voice. "She wants me."

Maya pulled her daughter closer, tucking her head into her shoulder so Nathan was out of view. "I don't care. You asked to come inside, but you still haven't told me why. I want you out."

Nathan straightened, glaring at her. But even if it was meant to be menacing, and his face was as hard as stone, his eyes were still gentle and calm. But Maya hardly noticed.

"You can't do th--"

"Oh, yes I can," Maya told him firmly. "This is my house. Not ours. Leave."

Nathan started sharply at the woman for a moment or two, but he had no intention of leaving. He still had priorities, and they hadn't been met yet.

"Hey, Mase," Nathan said, turning around to look at his son, Mason. "I need a minute with Mom alone. Can you watch G for me?"

"Are you leaving?"

Nathan sighed, shaking his head though he had no true idea. "I'll come and hug you both before I go. I promise."

Mason was not convinced. "You said that last time."

The words of his son hit Nathan in a place so dark and deep that he felt ir might crush him from the inside out. But he was able to contain the feeling of utter guilt and hatred towards himself, only sighing on the outside. "I know I did, bud. I mean it this time. Trust me."

The boy appeared skeptical, but he nodded anyway, walking over towards Maya.

"Mom?" Mason asked softly. "Can I have G?"

Maya frowned. She didn't like the idea of herself and Nathan being alone, but there didn't seem to be a way out of it.

"I don't know. . ." she mumbled, holding her daughter even closer to her chest.

"Mom," Mason said gently. "I got her. You both need to talk anyway."

Maya felt like she might cry. She didn't get emotion very often, and the only time she sound any sort of feeling about anything anymore was towards her kids. Mason was too mature for his age, but Maya thought that it was a good thing in situations like the one they were in. She just hoped it wouldn't happen again.

"Yeah," Maya breathed. "Yeah." She nodded, carefully sitting Gia on the floor beside of her older brother. She grabbed onto Mason's hand when he held it out for her, and the two children walked down the hallway together, towards the extra room that reserved for toys and games.

Once the kids were gone, the situation became ten times as awkward between the two adults. Neither knew what to say, or what to do.

"I want to sit," Maya said eventually. She didn't exactly like the idea of inviting Nathan even further into her home, especially to sit down, but she needed it. And the quicker Nathan got what he wanted, the quicker he would leave.

Nathan nodded, and they both walked towards the sitting room. Maya was in front of the man, but she didn't need to lead him there. He knew the house just as well as she did.

Once both adults were seated easily, the strange air settled back in. Maya was determined to not start the conversation, and Nathan knew this about her. She had always been that way.

"I'm sorry for coming in so suddenly," he started carefully.

"No you're not," Maya almost hissed. Her eyes were narrowed in irritation and annoyance. Her best defense tactic had always been to be tough and intimidating, and it always worked on everyone but Nathan. But even through all of that, the pit of her stomach still sat weird with her, but she didn't want to admit what she knew the feeling was. "You knew it'd mess things up and you did it anyway."

Nathan sighed. He wanted to lash out at Maya. Things are already messed up, he wanted to hiss at her. I didn't do that. You did. Stop blaming it on me. But he kept quiet. He knew that fighting fire with fire was never the correct response to any problem.

"I'm sorry," he settled for saying. "I had to come."

Maya rolled her eyes, narrowing them at the man shortly after. "Why? Why did you have to come here? You've never cared before, why now?"

Nathan felt a hot pit of anger rising in him, one that was harder than anything to control. "I've always cared," he said sharply, though quietly. "I have always cared about every little thing. Don't try and say that I didn't care, and that's why things have gone the way they have. It's not all my fault."

"Its not all mine either!" Maya shouted, leaning forward towards Nathan to emphasize her point. "Our relationship didn't fail because of me. I didn't do things that I knew were wrong when I had two kids and a wife at home. I didn't do that. You did. And you have no right to barge into my home and speak lies about me."

When Maya was finished speaking, a blanket of silence shadowed the room. It filled every nook and corner like a thick cloud of smoke, and neither person in the room knew how to see past it. It wasn't until Nathan signed that the quiet finally cleared, and he kept his voice calm and soft. He wasn't angry anymore, but he still had things to say.

"Maya," he breathed gently.

She looked up at him carefully, her eyes guarded, but no longer containing the red fire they had only moments ago.

"Do you know why are marriage failed?"

She remained still and quiet, only thinking.

"It failed because of both of us. Not just me, not just you. I did things I shouldn't have, and I need to own up to that. But if I'm going to admit my faults, you need to admit yours too."

Maya drowned deeply, her forehead creasing with the motion. "What do you mean?" she whispered. "I never did--"

Nathan cut her off gently. "You did. You know it too."

Maya exhaled heavily and let thoughts cloud her head. What could Nathan be talking about? She did everything she ever wanted to do as a wife and mother. She worked while the kids were in school, then made sure that they had someone to pick then up every day, even if she had to miss work for it. Nathan never did it, so someone had to. She took care of Mason and Gia like they meant the world to her, and they did.

Maya didn't have the best parents, and event though they were always around didn't mean that they cared. Both her mother and father were always too absorbed in themselves to pay attention to their only daughter, and Maya knew from a very early age that if she were to ever have kids, she would be around and present in their lives. There was a big difference, and she devoted everything into making her kids come first in her life. Even before her marriage.

The next thought hit Maya like a truck. She had never realized it before, but now she did. She put effort into her children, and she always looked down upon Nathan because he only gave twenty-five percent of the effort that she did. But Nathan was still giving the kids a better life than she had had, he was just also putting time into their marriage. Maya just never did, because her only concern was her son and daughter.

"I did," she whispered, the words barely audible. Nathan still understood them. "I never even realized--Nathan. All that you did--Me."

He only nodded at her. She had finally realized why he had done what he did. He wasn't loved in his own home like everyone else was. His children favored their mother because she hovered around them more than he did, and Maya never showed him any sort of attention or affection because it was all given away to the kids. That didn't make Nathan resent his children, or even love them any less, he just craved love from the person he had married.

But he felt that he didn't have that. His long term depression stemmed from that absence of attention, and he had planted a seed in his brain that he wasn't any good for the family as a constantly depressed man. It led to his absence, and the eventual fail of his and Maya's marriage.

It all made sense to Maya then. She never realized it before, but now that she did, she wished she had seen it sooner. She always loved Nathan, just as much as their children, if not more. But she had a different way of showing it, and Nathan didn't understand that.

"I'm so sorry, Nathan," Maya whispered, standing up carefully. "I never--"

"I know," Nathan said, standing up behind . "I know you didn't. And that's okay."

Hesitantly and slowly, Maya raised her arms, seeking an embrace from her soon to be ex husband. The divorce was about to be fully finished, and it was crazy to think that it had taken that long for both adults to understand each other more.

Nathan wrapped his arms around Maya, pulling her body towards his. The main problem in their relationship and marriage was a lack of communication. Both parties loved the other greatly, but neither voiced it, and it caused everything to go downhill into an ultimate divorce.

All along all the needed was to understand each other and communicate. And now that they had finally gotten to a point of that, neither knew what would occur next.

It was unlikely that the couple would get back together, even if they both still secretly wanted it. A single conversation and a hug couldn't fix the damage already done. But at least it was a step in the right direction.


So, that's the story. It's super long, and I'm sorry for that, but if you made it this far I hope you liked it.

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Okay, everyone, I think that that's finally everything I have to say in this article. I'll be back tomorrow with day two of the challenge, and I hope you'll stick around to read it.

Have a beautiful day,

-Ariana x