boredandtrying
With a shaky breath, I uttered "Let's divorce."
Those two words shattered my heart. I tried. I really did. But we were just like housemates, our home, or rather house, was just some place for us to eat and sleep. We slept in separate rooms and our conversations over the past 2 year of marriage can be counted on both hands.
I knew going into this marriage that he didn't love me but I did. I loved him. And boy, was I a fool to think that he would love me back some day too.
It took me two years to get over him. I refused to look at any magazines with his face in it and turned off the television immediately when he appears on it. He was gone, out of my life and I now have a great and supportive boyfriend, Jared. Jared was everything HE was not - kind, caring, humourous - and most of all, he loved me. But now HE was back, as my client and demanding that we keep the pretense up once more.
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"Jamie, it's been a while." My heart stopped when I heard his voice. The same deep voice that I wished I heard more of throughout the entire marriage but now all I felt was rage.
"Get out. I'm not going to work with you!" I struggled to keep the rage out of my voice.
"Well, they say you're the best in this industry. And given the situation, I don't really have a choice. It's been 2 years already. Chill out, wifey."
Wifey?!? How dare he!
My blood boiled. I am a professional but how on earth am I going to survive working with this asshole?