I had just turned thirty. That was enough in itself to be depressed about. I never thought I would be this age and feel this worthless. I was supposed to be “somebody.
This very easy divorce had become very difficult. I thought I was in the express lane and it was all fast tracks from there. Think again.
He would say things like, “But you are my wife!
Not long after my mom died, my dad pretty much kicked me out of the house. He never said, “Get out of my house,
Being married definitely took work. When we fought, I felt like I wanted to float away and drown, whereas before I knew I could walk away without any strings attached.
I don’t know if this happens in all relationships, but I just got so sick of his all too familiar stories. I had heard these stories so many times that I could have recited them myself.
I tried, I really tried, to stick with it. I planned to grow old with this man and possibly die in his arms.