How it started
One Saturday morning, it all became a bit too much. I wasn’t thinking divorce, or even splitting up. I’m not sure I knew what I was thinking past I can’t do this anymore.
I told him I wanted a break.
“What do you mean, a break?”
“From us. A break from us. I can’t do this anymore. I need some space. I’m not happy.”
“Woah, what the fuck? Where’s this come f…
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