My thumb brushes over my wedding ring, and I force a smile for her. “Our time is up, little fairy. You gave me four weeks to prove to you that I can be the husband you need, and I tried, baby. But with each attempt, it only became clearer that I’m not the one for you. You deserve real love — a coincidental meeting, a dinner date that doesn’t end up in the papers. You deserve a man without demons that compete with you for his attention… someone that isn’t broken.”
Oh, my darling boy. 🥺 I feel for him. I do. Trauma is such a bitch. Which is why is soo important to heal from it. & Wow. That therapist of his must be doing wonders.. I’m so proud of him in this moment. Realizing that he has to let her go..big of him.
