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Took this love and I took it down. Climbed a mountain and I turned around. And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills. Till the landslide brought me down.
Perspective Chapter One
Perspective is such a strange thing. People everywhere saw things from different angles and in different ways. Everyone had different interpretations of how and why things happen the way that they do. As she finished filling out the paperwork that would end her marriage she was stuck on how she could have misunderstood so very many things.
Her mind was turned inwards towards reflection as her soon to be ex-husband scowled at her as if this was all her fault. For so much of her life she had rejoiced in the smiles that he would send her way but of course that had been her own interpretation of what was happening. She supposed the actual divorce was her fault but she honestly couldn't have it another way.
He had openly told her about his first affair, told her that he still loved her, told her how he just needed a little bit of extra affection, and then had the nerve to ask for her permission to do it again. At the time she was so shocked she merely nodded her head. What else was she supposed to do? It was his life after all and clearly he was going to live it however he wanted to, with or without her permission. She assumed he had asked her permission to alleviate any guilt from his mind or perhaps he had somehow thought that she would really be ok with it all.
Once the shock had died away she was left feeling broken and used. Her trust in him was gone, her faith in him was gone, her desire to ever allow him to touch her again was destroyed. The thought had crossed her mind that the only way to make things even again would be to openly sleep around too; that perhaps then he would feel her pain and understand it. She had quickly dispelled those thoughts from her mind. She wasn't that type of person. She couldn't sleep around with someone that she didn't love, she couldn't love multiple people with all of her being, and she certainly had never wanted to stay in a marriage only for fear of the unknown.
She guessed it was a good thing that they never got around to having the children that they both claimed to have wanted. Quickly, she came to the decision that she would leave. That thought had brought about such a gut wrenching pain that she was grateful that he was out screwing whomever he pleased for she did not want him to see her doubled over in emotional pain. She had allowed herself to sob for an hour. Once she was done her face had been covered in snot, vomit was on the floor next to her contorted body, and sweat glistened in her hair. Once the hour was up, she had cleaned up the vomit, and took a shower to remove any remnants of her dismay. It didn't wash away her life as she had secretly hoped but it had been a start.
After all that she had packed her things and left the house. She stayed at a cheap motel for the week that it had taken to get all the paperwork for her divorce in order and to schedule an interview with Lady Une of the Preventers. What else was she supposed to do? She wanted nothing from the last ten years. If she could have afforded a new wardrobe she would have left everything behind. She was giving him everything in the divorce, the house, the business, everything. She didn't want any of it. It had been a failure and she decided that at the very least, she could admit defeat.