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A/N: More chapters to come later...
Selfish 12
"Baby, please... This is ridiculous. You can't possibly sit there and tell me that the last seven years mean nothing to you."
And that is where the problem lies.
I can't say that the last ten years mean nothing, because then I would be lying.
But if I say that they do mean something, than that will give him a reason for us to continue to stay together.
That, I can not allow.
"I am not going to explain things to you again," I say, exasperated.
"See! You can't even say that they don't. I know you still love me. This is just a rough patch that married couples go through. Please... think about it. I love you. I know you still love me."
And this, is where I can actually say the truth without giving hope.
"I don't," I simply say. Harsh, but true, none the less.
He stares at me with a look of shock, as if what I just told him is an extravagant equation, something incomprehensible.
"You can't mean that..." he trails off.
"Carlisle, what more do you want me to say? We married young, me straight out of high school. And maybe that's the problem. We haven't experienced life because we have been too caught up playing house. I'm sorry, but I just can't continue living like this. I need to leave and explore things, leave this town, this life, leave you. I just don't feel for you the way I did many years ago. I don't regret our time together, not at all, but... I need to move on and so do you. I am sorry."
And on that note, I sign my married life away...
Again, and push the divorce papers to him across the table.
He looks at me, begging one last time with his eyes for this to be a nightmare, which to him it is.
But this is my freedom...
And I am not willing to let that go.
I see the moment it finally dawns on him, that this is real.
He finally signs the papers...
Resigned.
Finally, I think to myself.
I am free and... and now what?