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Ongoing, First published Jun 11, 2015
"Behind my back." His eyes faltering a little, turned darker, yet he kept his stance strong and defensive. 
 
"I told you, I had no choice."  Slowly, my words started coming back to me, my head starting to clear.  "Oh no." I shook my head in warning.  

"You had a choice. You just made the wrong one. And that is going to cost you, a lot." A new rage seemed to find me, devour me whole.

I held my left hand up and violently tugged at my ring finger, throwing the rings onto the glass mirror, harshly, until they landed, broken, in a small pile, in the trash can.  The mirror cracked loudly, and I saw our reflection in the cracked mirror. Just what our marriage was. I smiled, cynically,  and then looked at him one last time, before walking out.
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