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 married.

up and all they kept saying was how much I needed

that I was married

Tears I've been

feel so alone. So

Should I get therapy?

that help me

feel like I'm

be a better person so I can serve my patients

I blink, but

dashboard into a mess of colors.

will pull me out of this

layer to the

An hour.

an exam in

focusing running through

about is

hand or

looked at me.

it, with a disgusted look like I was a

Forgettable.

really what

when no matter what

you never fit

was living beyond my means and should

would try to

I remember how they would laugh and say I

a drug addict. It hurt but I

I got

I met

I failing to pull

I guess a heartbreak is

nothing special.." His

who's just... there. The one he can

A placeholder until he can finally be

steering wheel, squeezing my eyes shut. My

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

He doesn't care.

He never did.

maybe... maybe he never

have a

that's a good

I have to move.

starts in less than an

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