She had done it. She had finally done it. One argument too far. One accusation too many. She had finally pushed him to his breaking point, and he left. He couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much form him. So he ended it. Leaving her to wrestle with yet another failed relationship all because she could not control her emotions.
They were eating her up. Controlling her life. Dictating her interactions and reactions. She prayed to God to help her divorce her pain, but it only seemed to be getting worse. It was like the minute she proclaimed she was done and wanted no more, it took an even firmer grasp of her and wouldn’t let her go.
Now she’s laying in a bed all alone. In a house that is not her own. All because her pain had ruined yet another relationship. Only this time, it was the one she’d been fighting for. Pain had won. His team of depression, anxiety, and insecurity were too much for her to take on. She was defeated. They defeated her. And, now she lays in a bed, not her own, all alone because no matter how hard she tried, the trifecta was too strong.
But, this couldn’t be it?! Could it?! She could fight this right?! She could bring her family back together right?! She could restore his hope right?! There has to be another way! There has to be a way! There are those who are worse who are not alone. She could be that way too. Right?!