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.

I was getting

and Aunt showed up and all they kept saying was how much I needed

that I was married to the richest

Tears I've been

back begin to fall and I feel so alone. So

Should I get therapy?

that help me feel

now I feel like I'm losing

better person so I

I blink, but

tears burn at the corners of my eyes, blurring the dashboard into a mess of colors. I bite the inside of

out of this

layer

An hour.

exam in

running

I can think about is him. His

or

he looked

with a disgusted look like I was a mistake not even

Forgettable.

really what

do you do when no matter what

never

living beyond my means and should

would

I remember how they would laugh

to anything but a drug addict. It

fuel to study hard. I got through that and

where I met

failing

crack me but I guess a heartbreak is

nothing special.." His voice

just... there. The one he can

at. A placeholder until he can finally

my forehead against the steering wheel, squeezing my eyes shut.

edges of your soul, the kind that whispers ugly truths you didn't want

He doesn't care.

He never did.

maybe... maybe

have

a

I have to move.

less than an

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