A thrusting ache hits my chest and I fight back the thought: this is my fault. No it isn’t my fault. I was always truthful about how I felt.
My future is suddenly open and uncertain. Once I dreamed of getting married and having kids. Now I can get a job anywhere I want, travel, move to a different country and there would be no obje-
“I’ll go wherever you want to go.”
Another thought, another memory interrupts my rational. Get out of my h-
“Why can’t you understand I’m here to stay?”
Lies. My angry simmers and swells inside of me. I didn’t deserve this. I think of everything that’s happened in the past 3 years. Now this? I feel embarrassed for being so trusting. Next year he’ll be long gone. I can’t wait to stop caring.
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