/lit/ - Literature

After spending a lifetime preparing myself to be the love of someone’s life: honest, faithful, adoring, sweet, strong, responsible, sexy, selfless,

after finally finding someone who was my perfect match,

after being her friend for half a decade, keeping her in the friend zone without once desiring more, nor hoping (for I had my eyes on other things)

after she asked me to marry her, and I said “no,” at first, but she begged and negotiated and cajoled and promised everything,

after ten years of beautiful marriage, destroyed summarily in a series of incredibly uncharacteristic and selfish acts of unrepentant wickedness,

after watching a sweet and humble and adoring woman and wife morph into the hideous, arrogant and viscous piece of shit that returns all my pleading with spit, my grace with spite, my love with hatred out of nowhere,

I know now that I am destroyed, and will never truly see the sun or feel the wind again, as I did when everything was beautiful.

God it hurts, even after a year, and a blindside divorce, and distance I cannot breach. Betrayal of this seriousness isn’t meant to heal.

It hurts, anons :(