Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 19

Chapter 19 ~ A hand or a messed mind

Chapter 19 A hand or a messed mind

Athena

"That's how forgettable you are."

The words echo in my mind, slicing through the silence of my car. Over

and over, they replay, like a cruel melody stuck on a loop,

each repetition heavier than the last.

I grip the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning

white, but it does nothing to steady the trembling in my hands.

It's been thirty minutes thirty long, suffocating minutes -

and I'm still here, parked in the same spot, unable to step out of my car.

I barely slept a wink last night. I thought tears would help but they just made

it even worse because I woke up with a pounding head.

As I sit here, my chest feels too small for the ache inside it, like I'm trying

to swallow a scream that refuses to come out. The air

feels too thick, the car too quiet - the only sound is my uneven breathing, breaking the silence in shaky gasps.

It's at this point when I miss my mother. I wish she was still alive so I could tell her everything

while she hugged all the pain

away. But even that is a dream too far-fetched.

Did someone curse happiness from my life?

I have no one I can rely on. My aunt and uncle only see a bank in me and

my cousins are even worse. My parents were the most

kind and brought

people together but I guess they only showed up because of what they

could get from them because ever since

they died, no one has ever reached out.

was getting married. Only

all they kept saying was how much

them every week now that I was married

Tears I've been

begin to fall and I feel so

Should I get therapy?

help

I feel like I'm

I want to be a better person so I can serve my

I blink, but

corners of my eyes, blurring the dashboard into a

hoping the sting will pull me out of this abyss but all

layer to the

An hour.

exam in

focusing running through questions, definitions, anything

think about is him.

hand or a

looked at me.

disgusted look like I

Forgettable.

really what

do when no matter what

never fit

me I was living beyond my means and should

I would

I remember how they would laugh and say

to anything but a drug addict. It hurt

to study hard. I got through

where I

how am I failing to pull through

thought nothing would crack me but I guess a heartbreak is bound to

special.." His voice

a girl who's just... there. The

to look at. A placeholder until

the steering wheel, squeezing my eyes shut.

anger, but with the kind of hurt that gnaws at the edges of your soul, the

He doesn't care.

He never did.

maybe... maybe he

I have

a good

I have to move.

in less than an hour,

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