There once was a woman who dreaded being with her husband. Â Who walked around on eggshells. Â He wasn’t a physically abusive man, he was just someone who thought only of himself, who felt a wife and child lived to serve him.
The fights increased as she refused, more and more, to be his servant. Â Until one day, the fights ceased. Â She came home and found an empty house. Â He took what meant the most to him—truck and motorcycle—and left. Â He traveled over 1000 miles to get away. Â He calculated that she would fall apart without him and beg him to come back. Â It didn’t happen. Â A month later, he tried to come back, she wouldn’t have it. Â That door was closed forever.
It would take another two years of bitter back and forth before the divorce was complete. Â But she wasn’t going to put her life on hold. Â She decided when the process first started, that in the meantime, she would just live.
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Well, there you have it, the end of my first marriage.  Far more complicated that those three simple paragraphs, but this is what came from the Creativity Prompt exercise that was the last line of a book.  So many thanks to Cecilia Ahearn, author of P.S. I Love You (at age 21) for the last line “in the meantime, she would just live,” which started this creative exercise.
Well, it looks like, “and she lived happily-ever-after!” I hope that’s true anyway. I liked this post. It made me smile and I’m all about finding my smile these days. Thank you. 🙂
Bravo!
Wow! Good for you for staying strong and moving on.
I think I should write congratulations, and good for her for carrying on living, and living better I would imagine. But also I am sorry for what you/she had to endure in the first place. I hope you continue in your happily ever after xx
Thank you. I think enduring all the crap was a good lesson for me. It certainly taught me about who I am and who I wanted to invite into my life, which has led to a very happy second marriage.
It sounds like this ending became a beautiful beginning. Blessings to you!