Novel & Cerita Leaving Behind My Nine-year Marriage

For the past seven years, I was simply not the one he loved. In that single moment, seven years of marriage became an absolute joke.

“And if you think I’m lying, then bring your ass to the company and come do the work yourself.” The disgust in his eyes didn’t even try to hide itself and before I could say anything else, he turned and walked out. Just like that. The door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing louder than it should have. And I was left there all alone. My grip slowly loosened on the wheelchair as my shoulders trembled, the tears falling freely now. My heart felt like it was breaking all over again. Oh God why was my marriage becoming like this? * * * It was late afternoon when the pain on my lower body started.

Corrine asks her eyes pinning mine. “Even if that’s true, which I highly doubt, it doesn’t matter. It’s a little too late. I gave him countless opportunities during the nine years we were married and he wasted them all. He gave me nothing in return except pain. I just don’t see things the way you guys do”

I gave a soft, bitter laugh and slowly slipped our documents back into my pocket. “This makes ninety-nine.” “What?” “This is the ninety-ninth time we’ve tried to get our marriage registered.” I turned toward the subway entrance. “And the ninety-ninth time you’ve left me hanging because of him.” I heard her heels stop on the pavement, then suddenly start running after me. “The first time, you bailed on our trip because he was on the night shift and scared of the dark. You took a red-eye flight just to be with him. “The second time, we were practically at the door of the courthouse. You heard he fainted from overwork and left me standing in the snow alone for an entire day.”

I had seen his type before and I had a feeling it wasn’t a one time thing. The foolishness of being young is no excuse for sticking through five years of being emotionally beaten down until I am nothing but a shell of the woman I used to be. I almost left him once four years ago, but then I found out I was pregnant and I felt trapped in a marriage that I am miserable in.

Dave worried. “ I could always leave after having the baby. It’s no big deal Dad, we can make this work.” Taking his hands and offering him a cheeky smile she replied reassuringly for the zillionth time that morning. Call me delusional but I’m going to make him fall for me! “I’m not in support of you leaving! Don’t talk about that. Can’t you see how my marriage ended with Maddie’s mum? She left me for someone else in the most shocking way.” He shook his head as he recalled the events that happened almost 15yrs ago.

Because I couldn't bring myself to call anyone Not Claire, not my father and Certainly not Ethan. The cold seeped through my dress quickly as my heels splashed through puddles. Mascara burned the corners of my eyes. I wasn't even sure if I was crying anymore. Everything felt numb. Three years. Three years of marriage and somehow I'd ended up here. Alone and Thrown out. Walking through a storm while my husband ran to another woman. A bitter laugh escaped me. God. What a joke.

I felt dazed upon hearing his sincere words. The pain I felt was unbearable. Yet, my mind had never been clearer. I stared straight into his eyes and asked, "When did it start?" His gaze flickered. "Six years ago." Something solid deep inside me collapsed. We had been married for 10 years, but he had spent six of them cheating on me. Yet, I hadn't noticed a thing. Grief swallowed me whole. Details I had once brushed aside now came crashing back all at once.

It’s like I’m watching a silent film, detached from reality. ‘How can this be happening?’ I think back to our perfect two years of marriage. Every moment, every smile, every kiss. I remember how perfect it all seemed, how Jason and I were the envy of the packs even though my parents were against the marriage from the start, but I didn’t listen. I thought love would be enough, that our bond was unbreakable. But now, here I am, standing in a room full of people, while the man I love announces he’s leaving me for someone else. I can’t believe it. I won’t believe it.

When he leaves for months at a time and says the line: “It’s for us, baby. For our future. For the life we’re building. I used to nod and believe him. When he first started leaving, I told myself I missed him : the late-night calls and the empty side of the bed. Then I stopped lying to myself My husband was cheating on me. Ten years of marriage, and I dedicated every single one of them to this man. I cooked his favorite meals, wore the lingerie he liked and smiled through every lonely night so he could chase whatever the hell he was really chasing over there. It wasn’t that I let myself go after the wedding. Hell, I may be in my thirties, but I know exactly what I’ve got. I’m still tight in