“On the weekend. I’ll pick a fight with her and we can go on a trip for two days,” he said. “That’s great!” she squealed and jumped into his arms.
“Shhh, please, be quiet…!”
I couldn’t believe my eyes so I went back to bed. It felt like a bad dream. They didn’t even hide!
I should make that man learn a lesson.
I felt something shifting inside me. What am I doing? Why am I allowing myself to be treated this way?
A man who was supposed to love me and treat me well… I had a plan.
As soon as Aiden left the house, I suddenly felt better. I called someone to change the lock of our door. The apartment belonged to me.
Then I gathered all his belongings, packed them in luggages and cardboard boxes, and walked around the house to see if there was something else that belonged to him
.I took everything that belonged to the man and packed them — I didn’t want anything that was his in my apartment.
I didn’t want any memory of him there or anything with his energy. I just wanted him to leave my life so I could move on.
I spent almost the whole day packing his stuff until he arrived home from work and I heard the doorbell ring. “What happened to the lock?
Why don’t my keys don’t work?” he asked. “You didn’t even greet me!” I remarked. “What’s this?”
Aiden said pointing at his stuff.
“What’s going on, Claire?”“This is where you leave, Aiden. I’m done with you. Take your stuff and go with your mistress to hell!
I’m filing for divorce!” Aiden looked at me as if he didn’t recognize the woman I became.
“Who is she? Where is the quiet wife who at first glance did everything I wanted?” he must have thought.“Aiden, I know everything. You don’t love me, you’re only using me.
Go away and don’t return.
I won’t forgive you!”The man looked at me in disbelief. “Alright. I’m leaving, but you’ll regret every word you’re saying!” He stopped a cab, took his stuff, and left.
The next day, I filed for divorce, and a month later, it was official.
Aiden could not believe what happened. He tried several times to talk to me, but I just refused to talk to him.
Since the day Aiden left my apartment, I felt different. I’m a new woman.
Now I take care of myself, I love myself, and I don’t allow anyone to look down on me or disrespect me. I started therapy and my shrink is helping me heal all the wounds that abusive relationship left me.
