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.

when I was getting married.

kept

every week now that I was married to

Tears I've been

feel so alone. So

Should I get therapy?

that help me

feel like I'm losing my

better person so I can serve my patients

I blink, but

blurring the dashboard into a mess of colors. I

pull me out of this abyss but

layer to

An hour.

exam

running through

can think about is him. His voice.

or

he looked at

look like I was

Forgettable.

that really

when no

never fit

was living beyond my means and should

would

they would laugh and

to anything but a drug

I got through

where I met

failing to

a heartbreak

nothing special.."

who's just... there. The

look at. A placeholder until he

steering wheel,

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

He doesn't care.

He never did.

maybe

I have a

a good

I have to move.

less than an hour,

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