1,159 Days

I have cried at least once every day in the last 1159 days.

I have broken down, worthless, hopeless, and unloved at least once every day in the last 1159 days.

I haven’t been able to come to terms with how she just stopped loving me in less than a day for 1159 days.

In the last 1159 days, she has gotten engaged, gone on several trips we never could, got everything she wanted in the divorce, had the wedding she always wanted, the dress, the pictures, and reception. In 1159 days she has managed to remove any memory of me in the house I grew up in, the home I was gifted from my Mother for my family.

In the last 1159, I have waited for the “I made a mistake” that doesn’t come. The “I miss you” or “how are you” that’s never said. In the last 1159 days, I’ve not wanted to wake up, afraid to face another lonely day or go to sleep to face the thoughts and memories that flood into the quiet darkness.

7305 days together and she forgot me and gave up in, what was for all intents and purposes, less than 7 hours. It took her 5 minutes to hurt me and 1 second to break my heart.