Imagine If....

This was the End... {Pt 1}

First off, 40 Imagines, yay! :D Second, this imagine is going to be... different from the others, hope you enjoy!

With your feet crossed and your head in your hands, you sat at the glass kitchen table. You would cry, but at this point, you're just all cried out. The white papers seemed to stare up at you, blinding you with the reality you didn't want to accept. You never thought this would happen five years ago, then again can anyone ever predict the future?

A black pen sat numbly in your hands, as you blinked in an attempt to clear away the blur that had started to form. The words 'Petition for Divorce' in bold lettering made you realize just how real this whole situation is.

That's right, you were filing divorce against Mark. It was still hard for even you to believe, but this was happening. Despite what your relationship has seemed like to everyone around you, the past five years have been anything but a cakewalk. 

Even when the two of you had just started dating, your relationship seemed to be just plagued with issues. You didn't want to think about what has gone wrong, much less talk about it, but let's just say it would make walking through the fiery pits of hell seem like a breeze.

To clarify, it wasn't what happened when you first got together, otherwise, you never would have said yes when Mark proposed. It's what started to happen after the two of you got married.

Mark's youtube channel had just started picking up, to the point of where it seemed he was gone every week for some sort of convention or event he was hosting. At first, you were more than ok with it. This was his passion in life, you would help him in every possible way you could. And for the first few years, it worked out perfectly; Mark went up on the various stages doing what he did best, while you sat on the sidelines as his number one supporter.

It started losing its appeal when he started missing things or events. At first, it wasn't anything big, just a few parties here and there. It escalated to the point of where he wasn't there for Valintine's Day, your birthday, and Christmas; all because of youtube. The same thing happened like clockwork; you'd voice your concerns to him, you and Mark would get in an argument over it, and it all would end when Mark would practically beg for your forgiveness, saying that he'd make it up to you. The funny thing is, Mark never would make it up to you.

All of this may seem like you were overreacting, but you knew the truth behind all of this. You couldn't take Mark and your's personal life being on the back burner for his youtube life. 

With all doubting thoughts out of your head, you seemed to fly through the papers; signing, initaling, and dating wherever you had to. Before you knew it, you had the papers back in a neat pile and slid them into the manila envelope, ready for tomorrow's mail. 

As you glanced up from the table, an aged piece of paper, folded in half sat at the other of the table. You raised an eyebrow as you didn't remember seeing the paper there. You stood up from the kitchen chair, your knees cracking and popping from sitting in one position too long.

You carefully picked up the folded piece of paper. When you opened it, you let your eyes scan over the small paragraph of neat scrawl that was Mark's handwriting. After reading it, you sat there for a few second, trying to remember where it came from, then it hit you like a ton of bricks. This was the apology letter Mark had given you after you had kicked him out of the house for a week. 

"I could say all these things about how stupid I was doing what I did, or how much of a dick I've been to you lately but you already know that. I want you to know I never intended to make you feel unloved or unwanted, that's the exact opposite of what I want. From the first day we met, I knew you were the girl for me, and I still maintain that thought. I'm asking you to forgive me and the stupid mistake I made. I know I've said this a lot the past few months, but I promise I will change. I promise that will never make you feel like this again, and if I do, I hope you snap me out of it and tell me how stupid I've been. So, would you please forgive me and let me back into your life?"