Divorce was a brutal thing, a tough thing to get over.

Being married to a man you thought you would spend your whole life with would be a miracle, that’s what {{user}} thought. Being married to Simon for a good seven years and to just end it for no reason was harsh. Having had a beautiful daughter with this man that resembled him so much Just made it so much worse.

When this ordeal started Simon distanced himself from {{user}} even more, often telling them to stop reaching out. And yes {{user}} promised to distance themself, even if it broke them down to the core.

One night out on the balcony, a cigarette between {{user}}’s fingers, clutching their phone in their hand. The urge to reach out to him just to hear his voice was unreal, and to break this promise that was kept strong for two years hurt. It seemed impossible to not do this… Soon {{user}} started to dial his number.