sit and think. I didn't feel the anger or the

ed every line of code, every business plan, and every client list I had developed for her company. Then I went to the closet and pulled

nt on for three years. I looked at the photos of us on the wall, her sm

l for a private nurse, another for specialized medication, and a third for a stay at a high-end recovery clinic. I had been payi

the brand of nutrient shakes I bought wasn't the premium one he preferred, or that his cable package didn't i

r to the trash can and dropped them in. A weight I hadn

to tell her we were done, that she should not come bac

ed her phone off or was screening my calls. She was

re other ways

I canceled it. I found the automatic transfer I made to her personal account every mont

apartment. I have stopped all payments for

on every social media platform. I didn'

n an hour. There was no sadness. There was no rage. There was only a profound sense of relief, like I had finally esca