Serena
I woke up to an empty bed.
Again.
I stared at the space beside me, the sheets already cold, the pillow didn't even look like he'd slept on it. Damien wasn't there. I already knew the answer before I checked the time. He'd left early. Like he had been doing for weeks now.
I sat up slowly and rubbed my face.
This has become our new reality for weeks now. Sometimes I wondered what happened to us. Why did he have to pull back every time we were making progress in our relationship?
There hasn't been a single thought I haven't tried to process. Was it something I did that he's angry about but doesn't know how to tell me? Has he gotten tired of me because I finally gave him what he was looking for?
I didn't know the answers and as the weeks rolled by, my patience towards Damien grew even thinner. I was tired, tired of this marriage, tired of this emotionally twisted relationship—I couldn't take it anymore.
