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“He might be just stressed out.” Brooke smiles hopefully.
“The thing is, what do I do? If I know that he still loves Robert, but is staying with me out of responsibility, what do I do?”
“Could you build a future with a man, knowing that you aren’t his true love?” Jolie asks.
Tears fill my eyes again and I drop my head in sadness. “No. No, I couldn’t.”
* * *
I sit on the couch, curled up in a ball as I watch the minutes tick over on the clock.
It’s 10:00 p.m. and Nathan isn’t home from work yet. I have no tears left to cry. An emptiness has crept in and is sitting heavy in my chest. I’m dealing with a completely different man now—one that I don’t know. My Nathan would never treat me like this.
Is he with him?
Nathan was gone when I woke up. I haven’t heard from him all day, and my period still isn’t here.
This is new territory—a dark place where I don’t want to be anymore.
The end of us is near.
It’s only a matter of time, I know it is.
I can feel our relationship disintegrating before my eyes, and I have no idea how to stop it, or if it’s even possible. It’s like we are on a collision course toward heartbreak.
Both of us are in the passenger seat, unsure who is driving.
Things are grim. They couldn’t get any worse.
I scroll through Facebook and Instagram, desperately searching for a distraction but my mind is heavy.
In normal circumstances, Nathan and I would have talked through this. We’d have gone through every possible scenario by now. We would have come to a conclusion and discussed our options.
But this time, it’s different.
Robert’s pained words come back to me. You’ve been begging me to come back to you for years. I know you still love me, Nathan. It’s not too late for us.
Problems like these don’t just disappear. They come back to haunt you, year after year.
If Nathan is still in love with Robert, I will always know where his heart truly lies, and that he stayed because he didn’t want to hurt me.
I know Nathan, and I know that he will never leave me. That isn’t who he is.
He would sacrifice his heart for mine.
And I hate that. I hate knowing that if we are going to end, I have to do it.
He will never walk away. He would never leave me alone.
The clock ticks over to 10:30 p.m., and I drag myself off the couch and down the hall.
He knows this would be tearing me apart, and still, he stays silent.
He stays away.
I’m going to lose him.
Maybe I have already.
