Beverly’s POV
Today was the final proceedings that ended my parent’s marriage.
Divorce!
The Seven-letter words make me cringe at its mention or whenever I see it. It ended the little hope I was hanging on thinking that my parents will make things right eventually but it has been hell these Sixteen years. I fought back the tears that threatened me as I looked at my mom’s stiff profile. Her beautiful face was hardened in a frown and unsmiling lips puckered out; despite the look of hatred in her eyes, she looked every inch as beautiful as always.
I wondered how she feels right now; it is hard to reconcile my mother with crying or weeping or something related to showing weakness, but I know the divorce had taken a toll on her. A pioneer for healthy family relationship getting divorced is
