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Un-Romeo and Juliet......

  • By girly-d
  • On 07/05/2018
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He's leaving me.

At least I think that's what's happening...he hasn't actually told me yet. But the fact that he can't look me in the eye speaks volumes. He can't actually look at me at all.

Plus he has his suitcase open...

Fuck.

I don't believe this. 

I think I'm going to be sick...because he's leaving me. After everything he promised me. It's all just gone to shit.

He's not supposed to leave.

Neither of us are.

Because we promised...we stood there at the alter and we said it in our marriage vows.

At the wedding I didn't want in the first place.

I need to sit down. No...fuck, I can't sit down. Because I don't trust myself to be able to stand up again if I do. So I just stand here. Holding onto the kitchen table. Hoping that it will help to keep me upright. Because right now my legs are like jelly...

He's trying to say something. I have no idea what, because I can't quite take this in and I'm trying not to throw up...so it's all just muffled noise in the background.

I don't want to hear it anyway. Whatever it is. I don't want to know. He's leaving me. No words of his can change that so small-talk is all irrelevant.

Oh God.

I'm starting to panic. I really need to go, because this lump in my throat is choking me and If I stay here I'll suffocate. I literally can't breathe.

He still can't look at me...and right now I don't want to look at him either.

So I'm not going to stay for the finale of this marriage break-up. I need to get out.

And he can finish his packing and go be with her.

Because there is a her.

I've known for a while. 

She came as standard with the injectable steroids and the security job in the lap dancing bar...

So I tell him goodbye and that I need some fresh air and then I go.

Me.

I leave.

Because I'm starting to cry and  he's not worth my tears.

And when I come back he's gone.....