We argued all the time. Nothing I said would get through to him. No matter how he explained it, I still didn’t understand.
He sat there on the couch with a puzzled look on his face. I stared at him, desperately searching for a sign that this could work. Any sign would do.
It was at that moment when I felt it. The first symptom – a symptom of divorce. I did my best to ward it off and keep it at bay. But it sailed in at full speed, crashing down on me, one wave at a time.
My heart grew heavy.
My limbs felt stiff.
I was frozen.
Sadness washed over me like a rain storm and the cold I now felt was too much to bear.
Piece by piece, I felt numb. I no longer responded to his touch. I no longer listened to the words he spoke. I no longer acknowledged his presence.
He became a complete stranger to me. The house we shared started to close in around me.
I had to escape.
I had to get out.
I had to let go.
For him and for me.