Yesterday, he left again. All the papers are signed. And they say he should be leaving for good this time.
I'm not happy. I'm not sad. I'm just empty. Again.
Then there was today. All the things I have found out recently suddenly started hurting me in every possible way.
They're turning real.
They're starting to feel real.
She's younger than him.
She's younger than her.
There's another her. Not a woman who has hurt me because she has done something wrong and unforgivable but because she may have what I thought belonged to me. My title. In his life.
I can't even have that.