Thursday, August 14, 2014

nothing left to say

We were having a conversation about how it wasn't healthy for us to continue to try to live in the same house now that we had decided to divorce. 

I remarked that I was fine until I came home. 

He responded that he had not been fine anywhere, anytime.

Before I could stop myself, I whirled around on him and all but spat, "I guess not, you've been walking around for seven years not really thinking there was a problem. I'm the one that's been running around for seven years hollering that our marriage was falling apart." 

He just stared at me. 

I took a breath and said, "I'm sorry, this isn't very helpful," before grabbing my bag and walking out the door. I'm not sure what else he wants me to say.

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