NATALIA
I stayed at Ivy’s place for the night, continuing my plan to give each other some space, something I had hoped to do before the full moon. It wasn’t just a plan made out of whim, and Tristan knew it, too. In the end, it was the only way I could think of for us to stay civil about the situation.
I took the initiative to message him where I’d be so he wouldn’t try to find me. After seeing that he had read the message, I immediately turned my phone off. I knew he’d try to convince me otherwise, and I can’t fold like last time.
It’s not that I don’t want us to fix our marriage. I do, more than anything. But I’ve been trying to do that exact thing for longer than he probably realizes. I’ve given so much of myself, my time, and my patience, and I’m not sure how much more of it I have
