You made me cry.
At the mall. In front of my children.
Like it was okay.
And made me feel like a golddigger when you told me "Don't ever ask me what I do with MY MONEY. It is MY MONEY. You have nothing to do with it."
It just made me realize I am not your wife. I'm just someone there you can insult and belittle whenever you want. And it was painful because my children saw that a husband can speak to a wife that way.
My ison is gone.
The one that gave me flowers.
The one that gave me hope.
The one that said we will try.
The one who said he loves me.
He is gone.
I saw it in your eyes... when you abandoned me once again, as always this past year, to comfort myself and suck up the pain because you will never care anymore that you hurt me.
I am never getting him back. I just want my ison back. You're a stranger. And I am just the pretend-wife that disgusts you.
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