Loss.
And somehow still…
Something unfinished.
It was deeply annoying.
One night after the children slept, I stood alone in my kitchen holding a cup of tea and genuinely asked the universe for a sign.
An actual sign.
I’m serious.
I literally looked upward and whispered:
“If one of these men is wrong for me, please remove him from my life because I’m tired.”
Nothing happened.
No thunderstorm.
No divine intervention.
No sudden realization.
My kettle kept boiling.
My tea kept cooling.
And my life remained complicated.
Fantastic.
Then somehow things became even worse.
Because Marcus started trying harder.
Not desperately.
That was the thing.
He never begged for attention.
Never guilted me.
Never pressured me.
He simply kept showing up in ways that mattered.
One Saturday morning, I mentioned in passing that Ava had been looking for a particular astronomy collection that was sold out everywhere.
Three days later, Marcus casually handed her the entire set.
Then, like he was discussing the weather, he also informed me that his divorce had finally been finalized.
Completely.
Emotions himmy
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Officially.
Done.
A good man.
A peaceful life.
Children who were happy.
Someone who chose you gently instead of painfully.
So why did I still feel confused?
Why did my chest still tighten whenever Dave looked at the twins like they were miracles he regretted missing?
Why did part of me still feel emotionally tethered to a man who once broke me completely?
I hated that.
Absolutely hated it.
And somehow…
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Emotionis hmm
I think Marcus was beginning to notice too.
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