At 31, I found myself at your doorstep. We had never gotten divorced, we had only been separated for three months. I knocked, with a lot of hesitance, and I wondered what the image I would be presented with would be. Would it be of another woman? A woman who wanted a baby like you did? Would it be an angry you, so bitter over the words I uttered?
I wasn't prepared for you to open the door and give me the biggest hug you could. You hugged me tight for a good five minutes and I let myself relax in your arms.
I managed to say "I'm sorry."
And you just smiled at me and said "I love you."
I don't know how you loved me, after all I did to you, but you were always a better person than me, Atlas.
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another day, another update, another time getting a last minute call into work :(
update a daaaay -insert sassy hand girl emoji-
-katie-
