30 Days To Break The Man Who Never Loved Me

Priscilla Pov I want him to have a piece of me but I don’t know how. Sometimes it feels like I'm wasting time but actually I am. I endured and tolerated him because I loved him with my whole heart. I thought love was enough but clearly it wasn’t. A dutiful and loyal wife. I saw him betray me while he smiled at me like it was nothing. He made out with several girls at his office but yet I tolerated and endured. Nobody should endure s**t like that but I did. So today, I walked down to his room for me to speak to him. I need to. For three years of marriage, my husband has been cold to me. I’m like a stranger to him. About to twist the door when I heard the mourn. I stopped, my legs buckled, my chest tightened so painfully. It wasn’t the first time but each moment it feels like a fresh knife stabbed through my chest like an open wound that can’t heal. Still I took a deep breath forcing myself not to cry even if it hurts so much. I clicked the door open, his backing me and a blonde girl on her knees sucking his d**k and mourning so badly like she’s sucking on a lollipop. “Priscilla” he calls my name like it’s nothing, like there is nothing wrong with what he just did. Right there in our bedroom, he brought in a stranger. The last straw. I didn’t shout, I didn’t throw tantrum , I just looked at him with regret. The regret I made 3 years ago. He had wanted a divorce but I denied him of it. I thought if I loved him more, I would have done something to make him change his mind but instead he brought something different and slept with them right in front of my eyes. He didn’t care about my feelings, not like it mattered anyway. “What do you want?” He asked coldly. Who asked his wife what she’s doing in their room. I swallowed down the bitterness creeping inside of me. He draws the girl closer to his side, his hand wrapped around her shoulder. “Doesn’t she look gorgeous on your nightie” I smiled bitterly mustering the courage to speak even though it hurt so badly. “We need to talk” “Say whatever you want to say here” “Priscilla, let your husband go and allow me to enjoy him” the blonde lady adds. The disrespect. I don't have any saliva to even waste on her. “What do you want to say?” Nathaniel pushed further, not making any effort to apologize or feel sorry for what he just did. He tours with my emotions and feels happy doing so. “I want a divorce” I announced even though it feels so hard. “What?” It comes like a shock to him I don’t mind him apologizing right now and I will take him back. I really mind. That was how deeply in love I was. I walked away, he walked behind ranting. “I thought you really want to fight really hard for this” “I'm done fighting” “Are you sure you want a divorce?” Wasn’t he the one that wanted the divorce in the first place. He clearly made it known I can’t be a part of his life and I’m giving him freedom to do whatever he wants at the moment. I don’t care. “My mind is made up, sign the papers “ I say sitting at the sofa while he stood before me in shock like he never thought one day I would finally let him go. “Priscilla, are you sure about this” “ I have never been sure of any other thing except this” He nods. Didn’t persuade, didn’t beg me to stay. Didn’t fight but just signed off the paperwork like I was some sort of cabbage holding him back and toss the paper back to me. “I will love to follow up with the proceedings” He leaves and I’m left alone. Probably I didn’t want to be alone and made the divorce linger so long. I could remember the day of our wedding, he never showed up an hour into the wedding so instead I brought a picture of him to be used. While the guest mocked and laughed at me saying Nathaniel didn’t love me that much which is why he didn’t show up but then I didn’t mind. I don’t want to be tagged a bride left at the altar, the priest was about to start up the formalities when he showed up. “Were you actually going to go on with the wedding with a picture cut out of me” “I'm actually doing that, aren't you the one that said you wouldn't show up for our wedding” “I promise you, I will never fall for you” his threat that he kept for over 3 years of us being married. I didn’t shout. I didn’t scold him for being late at our wedding, instead I smiled at him, giving him the assurance ‘yeah, you’re here now. We can now go on with the wedding proceedings’ He brought out the ring, avoiding the formalities of asking but instead slid the ring onto my fingers. He didn’t wait for me to enter to take his own ring and ask him if he would be my wedded husband, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth till death do us part. He just slid the ring into his finger and we became husband and wife. These signs were always there but I ignored it thinking he will grow to love me but I’m wrong . 3 years later it still feels like we are strangers. When he returns bringing me out of my thoughts his bed warner tug along with him still wearing my nightie yet she insults me and calls me all sorts of names. “Nathaniel, why will you bring this stray dog here. Other girls are better than her. Take care of her” “You get out,” Nathaniel says calmly to the blonde girl. “What!” She holds her chest like she’s about to have a panic attack. “Are you kicking me out because of her” “Yes, my wife doesn’t like you, so I'm kicking you out. Now get out” his voice is loud but yet authoritative. The blonde girl straddled for her things before she’s out of the door. “Let’s get the proceedings immediately” he continued struggling with his ties. I stood to help him then our eyes locked. For a moment everything fades like we are in a different world from earth.