I never pictured myself divorced.

Raising kids between homes.

I never considered the implications or impact that another woman could have, long term, in any capacity, on my family.

I don’t dwell on the what if’s and what could have been’s. Because quite frankly, once a choice is made. It’s final. I will not beg to be loved. That’s not how love works.

I bowed out gracefully. I have been amicable. I have let the other half be.

And yet. Jealousy. Of me. And for what.

You “won”. If you can call it that.

He is alllllll yours baby.

Because I sure as fuck don’t want him back.