My parents got divorced after 10 years of marriage.
I always wondered what made two people who endured 10 years together for their kids’ sake decide to end things?
When I got older and got married,
I understood that a divorce happens emotionally way before it actually happens.

Every time I needed him to hold me,
And he left me, or was busy.

Every time I told him about what was hurting me,
And he either mocked me, dismissed my pain, or didn’t try to understand me.

Every time I wished he’d be romantic,
And make me feel like a woman, even if just for a few moments.
Every time he let me down and didn’t defend me against people who did me wrong, which made me lose my respect for him as a man.
Every time I cried when I saw two people in love,
And felt like I was dying of jealousy because I longed to experience moments like those.

Every time I felt agonizing loneliness
Even when lying next to him.
Every time he promised me he’d be a reliable source of support, and he wasn’t.
Every time I told myself that I’m living this life alone,
Even though I’ve got a man, supposedly.