classes, and I figured she had forgotten to tell me. But then, I saw her car was still in the roundabout, and before I went to text her — I saw it. A small white envelope with my name on it. I didn’t know why, but the way my heart sank when I noticed it, I knew I wasn’t going to like whatever was in that envelope. And I didn’t. She had written me a letter, telling me how much she loved me, but she wasn’t happy, and she wanted a divorce because she couldn’t continue depending on me to make her happy.
So she wasn’t happy because of something going on within herself. And she basically said she can’t hang on and depend on the thing that does make her happy 🫢 oh my fuck
