The Withering of Love
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I got my diagnosis the same day his ex walked out of our bathroom in his bathrobe.
For three years, I wasn’t a wife. I was a placeholder.
With my time running out, something in me finally broke—clean and final.
I won’t spend what’s left dying for a man who never chose me.
This time, I choose myself.
For three years, I wasn’t a wife. I was a placeholder.
With my time running out, something in me finally broke—clean and final.
I won’t spend what’s left dying for a man who never chose me.
This time, I choose myself.
