'I want a divorce.'
Silence.
He spoke again. 'We shouldn't have been partners after all. This was a mistake.'
She started, 'Was it in my hands that we'd end up together?'
'I've had it today. This is the last straw,' he said.
'Have I not stayed with you throughout? Ever since we were put together, I've supported you every second I can,' she tried.
'You've changed profoundly since then. There is no quality attractive enough in you to persuade me to stay with you. I have no place for someone as plain as you,' he finished.
They took her away.
They said she was abandoned.
They taunted her with insults of not being good enough.
They shunned her from society.
Just because she had grown older, lost her shine, could she be rendered useless? Unable to have another partner?
'Your ex-partner has already found a replacement for you,' they told her.
She felt empty.
'His reputation remains untarnished.' Yet here she was, already forgotten.
Empty.
An old, wooden frame, left to collect dust in a warehouse, while the masterpiece it once contained adorned a new frame and continued to garner attention, far from society's shuns.
