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ᴅɪᴜᴛᴏ ᴀᴊᴏᴋᴜ ᴀs ɪʀɪs sᴛ.ᴊᴏʜɴ
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𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖
Returning to our shared home was the last place I wanted to be, but here I was in my ex-husband's driveway.
When we planned our days with the kids it never crossed my mind that he would have the kids on Mother's Day and I would have them on Father's Day. So, not only do I have to see him on for every other holiday in the year, but I have to see him on the second day that's all about me— my birthday being the first thing.
It's absolutely crazy how a person can go from loving someone so much you'll throw everything away to be with them to not wanting to be in the same room with them, but it happens. I should know, I'm talking about me.
After being taken for granted and not feeling the love you pour out be taken in and given back you start to lose all feelings for your partner.
Ezekiel and I met our senior year of college. We were graduating from two separate branches and were in totally different friend groups but we clicked and became friends. We remained friends for another three years before he asked me out on a date. We dated for two years and a half when he proposed to me and on that said night I got pregnant with triplets.
Neither one of us was ready for a baby— three at that, but we pushed through. For the first couple of months, things were great, but as his father's company grew I started to see less and less of him.
He would eat, sleep, occasionally play/ take care of the kids, and work. The only time we would even spend time together was when he had a business party, and even then he was focused on making deals than me. I had to fight for his attention which would usually lead to an argument since he would get 'annoyed'.
The final straw for me was the day of our anniversary. For two weeks I reminded him to clear his schedule because I made plans for us and he would always huff and tell me he remembers and that he will. Welp, on the night of our anniversary he didn't even show up. Instead, he sent his assistant to give me a bouquet of roses with a card that said 'Sorry'.
