He opened the door and stepped into the empty house, closing the door behind him, and knew she wasn’t home. Nor was ever coming home again. An empty house. Filled with furniture, and photos, and memories. But empty. Lifeless. A shell of what it almost had been.
Artie knew. Deep down. Deep into his bones. Knew. She hadn’t been around long enough for him to tell her. He wanted a divorce. He wanted a divorce. The love of his life, the woman he worshipped, he wanted to divorce. He realized, weeks ago, she never loved him. She tolerated him. Maybe, once, possibly twice, actually lusted for him. But never loved him. Not like he loved her. Not even remotely like he loved her.
Knew.Heheloved This had to end. The pain. The withdrawal from reality. The aching void in his soul. It had to end. But h
