From Housewife To His Worst Ex-Wife

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he face, harder than any of the actua

ritate me. Every part of you irritates me, and I don't love

nothing more than a piece of furniture he was tired of seeing. The same mouth that had o

reathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but stare at this

as barely a whisper. "Al

g his face. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be,

shaking now, and I hated how weak I sounded. "We can

ing to fix how much you annoy me? How you chew too loud, how you leave your hair in

through sickness and health, for better or worse. The man who had held me when I cried, who

g to fall. "We can fix this. I can change. Tell

t there. The begging. The desperation. Do you know how disgus

hit me. Maybe it would h

d it, I knew it wasn't true. How could I have self-re

u never have. That's why I picked you up from that pathetic little apartment,

, but my voice was so quie

work, eating ramen for dinner every night. And I saved you. I gave you this house, the

. "I've tried to be a good wife to you. I cook your meals,

too bland or too spicy, the house is never clean enough, and don't even get

s you?" I asked, g

who can't hold a proper conversation. Do you know what my friends s

ack of the couch to steady myself. "Al

." He ran his hands through his hair, and for a moment, he looked almost sad. "I thought I

ou. I've always loved you. Even when you...

o try to make you better. To make you worthy of being my wif

said, but my voice

e crying like a child. You're pathetic. And I'm

s arm. "Alex, wait. Please. We can t

on't touch me. And don't follow me. I'm going to stay at my br

ked desperately. "What about our

"Our marriage was a mistake. Those vows were lies. And you..."

ole body shaking with sobs. The silence in the house was deafening. Five year

t the throw pillows I had carefully chosen to match the curtains, at the life we had bu

ng it might be Alex apologizing, taking back everything he had said. But i

w do you rebuild your life when the person who was supposed to love

be he was right. Maybe I was pathetic. Maybe I was nothing without him.