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I Need You to Unlove Me
The battle to free myself from an unhealthy love.
“What am I going to do?” said my husband. “She’s left me.”
I’ve just now learned these words.
It’s been years since I initiated my divorce.
It seems my then-husband uttered them to a stranger. Tears were involved. The stranger took pity. It’s not uncommon in the divorce world. Divorced individuals often bond with one another.
My response?
Nothing. I delivered no words. I didn’t need to say anything. This former stranger knows our truth. The stranger now knows my ex-husband.
My reaction?
I shook my head. I might’ve thrown in an eye roll. One of my besties might’ve joined me in our bodily rejection of my husband’s ‘poor me’ theatre.
“Really?”
I spent years urging this man to love me.
And then a torturous never-ending calendar begging him to unlove me.
I pleaded with my husband during our five-year divorce including a sixth year in contempt. “Please let me go. Please stop. Please divorce me. I’m begging you to move forward. Let me go.”
I fought for my freedom.
