Out of control

Sitting here, my mind drifts to the new chapter of my life alongside Elijah. We crossed paths during my darkest days, and he became my guiding light, helping me rebuild what was shattered. He taught me the true essence of love, and I knew deep down that he was the one I wanted to spend forever with.

Yet, as I stare at the divorce papers before me, a pang of guilt washes over me. Am I being selfish for wanting to move forward? Am I betraying Elijah by still harboring feelings for Marcus?

But then, the memories of the pain and suffering inflicted by Marcus flood my thoughts. The constant belittlement, the abuse, the suffocating feeling of being trapped. I cannot subject myself to that again, no matter how much my heart may still hold for him.

With a resolute exhale, I grasp the pen and confidently sign my name on the dotted line. It is done. Our marriage is officially dissolved.

As I gather the papers and rise to my feet, a wave of relief washes over me. This is the best decision for bo