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Chapter 4: Letting Go

Chapter 4: Letting Go

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Essence POV

My shoulders felt heavy. Felt as if the weight of the world was on my body. I honestly didn't want to get up.

Today was the day I'd be going to get my things from Gavin's. We hadn't spoken since the fight a few days ago and last night he called to tell me to get the rest of my things before he got off work tonight.

And honestly, the way things went last night- the love I had for him vanquished into thin air. He was dead to me.

"Hello?" I answered the phone with little hope we would have a cordial conversation but, after the past 5 months, cordial was anything but possible.

"I need your shit out of my house by the end of the week."

I bit my lip in attempt to hold the tears, I was really tired of crying. "Gavin, can we just talk about this?"

He scoffed at my question. "There ain't shit to talk about essence. Come and get your shit when you can bro."

"Don't call me your 'bro' Gavin. You're okay with just throwing away 10 years of a relationship?!" The tears were now falling and my voice cracked a little.

Truthfully, I wasn't ready to let go yet. I don't know if it was the love I had for him, or the attachment. But the idea of us not being together scared and mocked me.

"Essence, I'm not about to play this damn game with you. I was nice enough to call you about your belongings but, if I have to I'll take your shit to the shelters."

The fuck was this nigga's problem?! Why was he acting so hateful? After all the shit he put me through, all the shit I stayed with him through?!

"You know what Gavin, fuck you! I don't know when you turned so hateful or unhappy but it's concerning. You need help."

I wanted this to be peaceful, I wanted us to work. I really did.

"Fuck me?! No, fuck you Essence! You're so quick to play the goddamn victim in situations. You're forcing yourself to be in my life! You forced me to fucking marry you! You forced me to have a child with you. I'm not happy with you! Never have been, and never will be."

I remember my voice cracking, the soreness of my throat reminding me of the yelling that transpired.

"I never forced you to do anything Gavin. I gave you choices and acted on them. I told you what it was and what it wasn't going to be, I never forced you to stay with me!?"

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