BPOV
It's been three months since our debacle of a wedding.
You didn't even need me to tell you that I wanted you to move out.
You had all of your stuff packed and out within a matter of days.
We talked briefly here and there, but I held my ground.
I didn't want to hear from you until you figured yourself out.
And even then, I didn't know if we could move forward, move past the hurt.
But you came by the apartment today, and you made your decision clear.
You didn't say much other than "I'm sorry" as you left the divorce papers for me to sign.