Dear Katie...

Prologue

"I want a divorce Katie, this just isn't working."

His words rung in my ears like echos in a vast cave. Then suddenly blood rushed to my head, my vision fringing black as I realise what he was trying to tell me.

"I'm sorry..."

And then he was gone, leaving me to sink to the oak floorboards. My expression crumpled as tears began to stream down my face and I let a soft sob escape my lips. I tasted the harsh stab of alchohol as I shut my mouth. Above my head I heard the floorboards creak as Aaron pressumably crept upstairs to check on the children. Our two beautiful children...what would they think. For gods sakes, they're only two and five. Not even Jamie would understand this. 

My ghostly sobs became a little louder as time forced the situation to sink further into my thoughts. Where would I go? Who would take the kids? But the biggest bullet was yet to be shot. I was going to lose my love, my only. How could anyone cope with losing their rock? 

It was the next day I packed my bags. I still had tears in my eyes as I began to realise what I was doing. I stumbled downstairs, and saw Aaron in the doorway.

"It's okay, you can look after the children. And you can have the house. Just promise you won't just...forget me." I managed to stutter.

Aaron shook his head, his face red from pressumably crying. His hair was disheveled and his eyes bloodshot. But this was his doing.

"Where will you go? You can't just leave. Look Katie, even though we're splitting up it doesn't mean you have to go....yet. There's a lot we need to sort out! Think of Jamie and Ella!" he said rapidly.

I looked at him squarely as tears brimmed over my eyes again, blurring the figure in front of me. 

"I'll stay with my sister. We can sort stuff out over email or something, but Aaron I can't stay here. Just text me, okay? I'll have to leave now before she's gone for work." I said with a shaky voice.

I took a step forward, and for a second I wanted to collapse into his arms. But they were stone cold now, no longer loving and warm. The air was brittle and tense. Aaron shifted a little nervously, and opened up the front door. I stepped outside into the harsh world, and for the first time in a while I was afraid. I could still see him standing in the doorframe. 

"Goodbye Katie..." he said quietly.

It's sad that as I sit here, my bones rigid with cold, that I've forgotten the eleven years of happy memories we shared. I can only remember the arguements in those final months that finished us. My hands are awfully shaky and I can barely put pen to paper. But I'm going to make these words count, you hear me Aaron? There's a hesitant smile on my face as I began to write,

"Dearest Aaron..."