That night, after she left, I sat alone in the quiet.
My heart felt like it was being pulled in two directions.
One part of me knew the truth.
I couldn’t stay in a marriage where I was dismissed so easily… where my child was treated as less… where love came with conditions.
But the other part of me…
The part that remembered her laughter, her hugs, the way she used to call me when she was upset…
That part ached.
Because leaving him might mean losing her too.
So now I sit here, caught between what is right for me… and what might break her heart.
And I don’t know which choice hurts more.
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