Four words posed in a question started the beginning of our future.
Will you marry me?
Ten years of love and laughter, triumphs and failures, losses and gains later, and four words threatened to end it all.
Everything has a beginning and an end. I just never saw mine coming. Especially when I finally thought we were getting it all.
Until my husband and lifeline uttered….
I want a divorce.
Only I had four words of my own. Words that should be said out of happiness and pure joy. Words I’d been dying to say, but never could. A sentence that he may never hear now that he didn’t want to be my forever anymore.