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No explanation

No remorse

He left me cold, unsatisfied, and unloved

And now I’ that I deserved to be abandoned in the dark without a hint of a clue Not only did he switch off his love, but his communication became non-existent

When it first happened, I re for answers, and he would look as though the words were on the tip of his tongue, like he wanted uish, his own hurt, a pain I knew nothing of before he’d shut down And then his eyes would glaze over and indifference set in

It was then I stopped pleading

My desperation turned to anger and er morphed into my own indifference One he didn’t question or care for

He hasn’t asked for a divorce The word has never left his perfect lips

Despite everything, I still love him

I went through our seven-yearis cru around me and there’s fuck all I can do to stop it

Shawn steps out of the shower, a torapped low around his waist revealing perfectly sculpted abs and a V-line I used to love running ue over There isn’t an inch of hilistens over his tanned skin, and when he eventually turns toeyes Perhaps ress because he still has the ability to suck me in

His eyes lock onto mine and I hold aze travelsthecurled around the tangled white sheet I see a hint of so to false hope that he’ll find the courage to claiain as his wife I hold hope he’ll lean down and kissnot all is lost At this point, I’d settle for a siraze of the cheek so I know he still cares

But there’s nothing

Worse than that, there’s not even a hint of wanting to do anything

My heart drops and the rage I keep at bay resurfaces, hot blood coursing through my veins Shawn turns aithout a word, and I screa to hurt him the saht to our walk-in closet where I close the door, wishing I could be anywhere else but in the saner dress off its hanger, I ball the thick fabric intoon deaf ears I screas hurt and my hands ache I hear his footsteps a heartbeat away from the door and I feel a false sense of hope The sacloser to the door, listening