[ WP ] Why ? Because it should n't be here . That 's why .

Lane had learned over time to not allow her feelings to dictate her actions towards others. It was a slow process in learning basic human nature, but one that she valued, and one that allowed her to live her life as normal as it had been before that day, 2 years ago. 
 
 Her husband Albert hadn ’ t yet mastered the fine art of removing feelings from his interactions with people, especially with strangers. Two years ago he ’ d been a man of wisdom, wit and charm. Today he was if a shell of his former self. Lazily he moved about his days sulking in his own personal pity. 
 
 Lane had watched helplessly as her husband descended into his own personal hell, and it pained her that she couldn ’ t save him, it ’ s hard to commit to throwing out a lifeline to someone who continuously refuses the aid. 
 
 As she parked their oversized SUV in their driveway, she caught a glimpse of her neighbor across the street. Prior to the events 2 years ago, she and her neighbor had been cordial and inviting of one another. Today, it was as if they were strangers who shared a zip code on a street of despair. 
 
 Lane rushed her tired body inside her empty home, she had no expectations of dinner already made, nor even an invite and greeting when she walked into the foyer and placed her bags down. Albert spent most of his days, in front of the TV in the living room, mulling over the channels of endless reality shows. 
 
 “ Hello ” she spoke as she entered the living room, where she found Albert as expected, reclining in his chair flipping through the countless channels. 
 
 “ Hello ” he responded. 
 
 It had become their daily echo to one another, nothing more, nothing less. 
 
 Eager to leave her husbands present, Lane exited the living room to their bedroom to undress. She walked the long barren hallway to their room, slowly only partially as she walked by the closed door to her left. She stared long and hard at the door knob, willing herself to turn it. 
 
 It has been over a week since she ’ d gone into the room. But as he stood their longer, her willpower to enter the room overwhelmed her and she succumbed. She slowly opened the door to the room, she stood there, shocked, angry, confused. 
 
 “ Albert, what have you done?! ” she screamed. 
 
 She walked into Patrick ’ s room, and began pulling down photographs of him, baby pictures, elementary, and even his senior photo, his last photo. 
 
 Albert stood at the entry of the room, eyes misting and anger across his brow. 
 
 “ What the fuck are you doing, you will remember him, you will gotdamnit. He was our son ” Albert cried. “ WHY would you do that? ” he walked over to the photos strewn across the room, picking each one up delicately and one by one. 
 
 “ Why, Because it shouldn ’ t be here. That ’ s why, ” Lane yelled back. “ You shouldn ’ t have put this up, his senior photo shouldn ’ t be here, because HE ’ S NOT HERE! ” 
 
 Lane fell to her knees and cried. Her heart had been broken, and she ’ d been on a journey to heal. Ever since that day two years ago, when Patrick had tragically been taken away from them, she ’ d noted to herself to heal. And while she didn ’ t quite understand her husband ’ s path to mending his broken heart, she was too engulfed in her own emotions to put feelings aside and dictate proper actions towards him. 

