Adios Amigo

What’s Done Is Done

There’s no turning back now.

I’ve made the hardest decision of my life: I’m done with the way he treated our marriage.

I gave him time—so much time— Hoping he’d come around.

Hoping he’d finally focus on us.

On this marriage.

Instead, he spent that time fooling around With some random girl And got her pregnant.

I’ve come to terms with the fact that What’s done can’t be undone.

That chapter is closed.

For good.

But clearly, he didn’t take me seriously.

He thought he could keep pushing boundaries.

He thought I’d just keep forgiving.

He took my forgiveness for granted.

And then he crossed the line.

The one line you never come back from.

Astagfirullah.

Astagfirullah.

Astagfirullah.

From August 2014 to December 2015— It’s been nothing but chaos.

Black magic.

Affairs.

One bimbo after another.

And then he gets her pregnant?

By October 2015, he had already cut me off.

Stopped calling.

Stopped checking in.

Stopped being a husband.

He left me completely in the dark.

No communication.

No responsibilities.

Nothing.

And still—still—I tried to give him a second chance.

And again, he threw it away.

We’re technically still married, But we don’t even speak about the one thing that matters: Our marriage.

Well, I know exactly what I need to do now.

I’ve got my list.

My direction.

My peace.

And no—there will be no third chance.

I’m done.

So, good luck with your new life.

Truly—I wish you the best.

I hope you find what you’re looking for in your new family.

But as for me?

Just leave me the fuck alone.