1001 Love Stories Darker

Apartment (85)

Today I found out my ex husband is planning on selling our old apartment and I wonder why it hurts so bad.

It's been four years since our divorce was finalized and to get into why we got divorced isn't too serious. He worked and I got bored.

We wanted different things in life so it was logical. We got married out of highschool riding the wave of same sex marriage. We were so happy we could we didn't even think about of we should.

It was all 'love concurs all' and full steam ahead until we hit the brick wall called life.

We hardly see eachother now, but things are amplical. Only to discuss any future plans that involves both of us. Only now they're few and far between. He stupid rich now that's to his hard work at the expense of our relationship.

I was sure he was just a figure in my past. Someone I'd get over eventually.

Only today I got a text from him.

My Neil: Things are changing and it's becoming a hassle to keep up with our old place as well as my new one. Would you be comfortable selling?

The text send shivers through me that he was thinking of selling.

After working together at a McDonald's while living in his moms basement we saved up for that place. It was the first big purchase he made when he started his company.

It was our home for seven years and he just wants to sell it.

My Cody: Do you have someone interested, or a price to what you're looking to get?

My Neil: it's been priced at 27 thousand.

My Cody: that's a good price although I doubt we'll split the money so why bring it up to me. It's your apartment.

He didn't respond after that. For a moment those three dots appeared as if he would. Yet he didn't. Just the hope then nothing.

However as I sat at my office I can't help but feel my heart hurt.

Seven years and it's only worth 27 thousand to him.

*

I lay awake a night thinking about our place. He was really gonna sell it.

Things aren't going well at his business. Bullshit he just opened another store. He just wants to sell it. But why! Why does he want to sell our apartment? His, his apartment. He bought it.

We agreed to keep it in case one of us ever needed a place and well it doesn't look like that's gonna happen. So it makes sense to sell. So why does it hurt so damn bad.

*

I arrive at the old place and my key still works. We agreed that we didn't need to tell eachother is we were coming or going so I didn't need to tell him that I was planning on temporarily moving back in until he sells it.

Yet the moment I walk into the apartment it's just like I left it four years ago. It doesn't even look as if we moved out. I step in and over to the table and I'm flooded with memories of him working while I ordered his favorite meals to lift his spirits. I remember being the first meal he ate on this table after putting it together.

I remember how happy we were. It makes me smile even though it hurts.

I never grew to hate him or this place. So my memories are still sweet, but bitter.

I sat on the sofa that still smells like him and I remember all the nights he slept on the couch. Because it was easier then waking me up when he came home at 3 or 4 in the morning. As if I wasn't up.