Beyond Music

Aneu Me

As I sat down at my desk, ready to tackle the day's tasks, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and determination. I was ready; knowing that I had the strength and support to overcome them.

Anything was possible. I was determined to make the most of this fresh start and create a life that I had always dreamed of. I left my desk, walked over to my bedroom window, and before I knew it, I was staring at the space where William's car used to be parked. It had been less than 48 hours since I'd ask William to leave, and every time I walked by that spot, a pang of sadness would wash over me.

"Low down, dirty bastard.", I mumbled to myself as I looked out the window.

A FEW MONTHS LATER...

Almost four months had passed by, and still not a word from my pending ex-husband. It was as if he had vanished from the face of the earth, leaving me alone to pick up the pieces of our shattered marriage. But you know what? I didn't mind one bit. In fact, I was elated. His absence brought a sense of peace and freedom that I had long forgotten.

Ever since I found out about the affair and the baby, I knew I had to kick him out. And I did, without hesitation. He begged and pleaded, but I stood my ground. I was done with his lies and betrayal. But even after all this time, he still hadn't signed the divorce papers I sent him. It was like he was holding on to the past, unwilling to let go. But while he was stuck in the past, I was moving on. I was rediscovering myself and loving the person I had become. No longer was I the desperate, broken woman who would do anything for her husband's love. I was strong and independent, and I was proud of myself for not losing it and chasing after a man who clearly didn't want me.

As I basked in my newfound happiness, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I had finally stood up for myself. And while my ex-husband may have disappeared from my life, I had emerged stronger and more resilient than ever before.

I was seething with envy as I heard the whispers from our mutual friends. They spoke of William and a pregnant woman, their lovey-dovey displays of affection around town. The mere thought of it made my blood boil. How could he move on so quickly, while I was still struggling to find someone decent in this godforsaken pissy ass dating pool?

I tried to convince myself that I was happy for him, but deep down, I couldn't deny the bitterness gnawing at my heart. I wanted to scream, to lash out at the unfairness of it all. But instead, I plastered on a fake smile and said, "Well, good for them. I'm glad he's happy."

But the truth was, I was anything but. I was drowning in a sea of failed relationships and disappointment. And while William had seemingly found his happily ever after, I was left with nothing but a sense of defeat. The thought of him with someone else made me sick to my stomach. How could he move on so easily, while I was still picking up the pieces of my shattered heart?

It wasn't fair. And as much as I tried to deny it, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards the home-wrecking bitch who had captured his heart. I cursed the universe for playing such a cruel joke on me. I had put myself out there, time and time again, only to be met with disappointment and heartache. And yet, here was William, basking in the glow of a new love. But I couldn't dwell on it any longer. I had to push aside my feelings and move on. Because in the end, I knew I deserved better. And one day, I would find someone who truly appreciated me for who I was. Until then, I would just have to grit my teeth and watch as William and his pregnant girlfriend paraded their perfect love around town.

The facts were pure and simple. William had moved on with his life and it was time for me to do the same. I restarted focusing on my own life, trying to fill the void that was left by his absence. It was time for me to pick up new hobbies, spend more time with friends, and even go on a few more dates.