It's Together Ever After
The first night we met I was broken. I was still technically married at the time but had recently left my then-husband to chase an old flame, to escape the pain, to make it all clean again. My then-husband was relieved to have the spotlight positioned over my head instead of his and I was questioning why I had never thought of divorce as an option before. I let the old flame blanket me in warmth and I melted into him.
Just as soon as I learned to smile again and to eat more calories than I drank each day, I started to see I wouldn’t be able to keep him either. He had just returned from the service overseas. I had just escaped war in my own home. He wanted freedom. I wanted security. Tangling in the sheets kept me entertained, but it wouldn’t make me stay. I could hear the cries and feel the wounds of the past seven years creeping up behind me at night like the clip-clop and clatter of an old horse and buggy chasing me in the dark. Without the warmth of his bed, would I have the strength to flip on the lights and ward off the ghosts? And then we met...
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