Novel & Cerita Leaving Behind My Nine-year Marriage

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

She asked with a gasp and I could only gulp noisily before responding. “I—left Christos Fernandez.” And saying it aloud finally brought the reality home and I burst into full throated wailing. “What? You did what? Girl, your marriage is barely seven days.” She cried over the phone and this reminder did not help my emotions at all. I never knew I would fail at anything in my life. Least of all at marriage. But should I have turned a blind eye? “I know, Cindy, but I have no choice, I left him.” I confessed softly and she took some minutes to swear wildly which was almost amusing. But none of us was definitely in the mood for humor.

He drove away and I followed behind. We got to his house. I let out a soft laugh. This was the exact house, it’s been nine years now since I left this house. The memories of eight years ago flashed back. How I cried myself to sleep, how I longed for my husband who is always out drinking and doesn’t even care if he has a wife. The only thing never raised at me was his hands, he had laid a finger on me, and that was the only good thing he had back then.

I walked over slowly to the window and watched as my family left without me. James and I have been married for ten years we got married when I was 19 and he was 25. He was the love of my life but 5 years ago as his job got more stressful or marriage become more strained. Today was the first time he had ever hit me. The way he looked at me told me that our marriage would never make it past this year.

” “You’re not getting any younger.34 is practically ancient in today’s world.” Beth gave up trying to change Emma’s opinion as her friend rambled on. Yes,the divorce had been hard on her,but surely it was her prerogative to take as much time as she needed to heal. When Edgar walked out on her,her whole world had shattered.10 years of marriage had gone down the drain with no warning whatsoever. Husbands leaving their wives for younger women was a staple of soap operas and the wealthy.Never in a million years could she have imagined someday that fate would be her's.Yet the stark reality was,she had to own it and accept it.

Almost nine years. I have spent nine fucking years with him as his wife. Never before did he make me feel so bad. He just walked away when I'm on the verge of pain. The moment when he shouldn't have left. And he said he would talk later. As if it was a fucking random gossip. He never made me feel so useless before. What happened to you overnight, Chris? I break into tears, slumping on the bed. Then I just cry. I keep crying my heart out.

Bound by family obligations and the stipulations of my grandfather's will, I was faced with the harsh reality of staying married for at least nine months. With determination, I instructed the lawyer to prepare the divorce papers, eager to expedite the process once the time came. I remained resolute in my decision, fueled by a sense of urgency to end the charade of a marriage, at the end of nine months, that I never wanted in the first place.

Stop blaming yourself for your broken marriage. Mom’s voice rang in my head. It had been a year and nine months since I left him. I should say a final good-bye to his memories. I walked into my room, drew out a box, and brought out our wedding pictures. Without a second thought, I took the stairs down, walked to the back of the house, and threw the pictures into the trash can. Goodbye, Kyle. I lit the matches and threw a stick into the trash can. I felt relief suddenly. I needed something like this.

Everything was covered in a thin, gray film of neglect. He walked inside. His steps were unsteady, as if he were walking on clouds that could dissolve at any moment. My memory went back to that day. It was our seventh wedding anniversary. That evening, I had cooked a full meal myself and opened a bottle of his favorite red wine. I was getting ready to celebrate another major deal he had secured for the company. Beaming with happiness, I raised my glass to clink it with him. However, with a sharp flick of his wrist, he poured the wine onto the floor.