Ex-Husband's Regret

A surprise
It’s been a month since the whole thing with Ethan happened. Am I okay? Definitely not. Does it

still hurt? Fuck yes. Have I moved on? Absolutely not.

Things haven’t been easy. Every day I find myself drowning further and further in a sea of pain and heartache. I thought I was doing okay when I decided to move on with Ethan. I realize now

that I was probably just lying to myself.

Ethan’s betrayal has drenched up all the other pains I tried burying. All the hurts I tried

forgetting. It was like I was now back to square one. Only thing is that I had a few more new scars

marring my heart and soul.

I go through the days in a fog. Just living numbly. Time and things pass me by because I wasn’t

really living. I am just surviving. Taking each day one at a time.

Everyone seems to have moved on, but I feel like I am just stuck. Stuck in a never ending cycle of

pain and heartbreak. My world right now is dark and cold and I feel all alone.

“Miss Sharp, are you okay?” Mark, one of my students asks me.

Fuck, I hate that name. It serves as a reminded that the people who gave it to me broke me. I

wanted to change it, but I didn’t know which name to take. I didn’t want to take the Howell’s name

given I don’t know that much about them. There is also the fact that I haven’t spoken to them

since that day at my house.

“Yes, I am…focus on the classwork” I reply to him before looking down at the books on my desk.

I loved teaching, but nowadays it has become like a chore. Every day I come to work, I can’t help

but wish the hours would fly by quickly so that I can go home. I wanted solitude but I wasn’t

getting enough of that with Letty and Rowan checking up on me every damn time.

My students have noticed something is wrong. Classes aren’t as fun as they used to be. I wasn’t as

cheery as I was before. I was like a robot. Lifeless. Because of this some of my students have

started skipping class. I just don’t know how to bring back the old Ava.

‘Instead of trying to bring the old you, why don’t you try to create a new version?‘ an internal voice

asks.

Was that even possible? Creating a new version. A version of me that is different from the child,

teen then woman who has been broken too many times to count.

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answer that question or think too deeply about it, the bell rings Taking my

my class without saying a single word to

little before I have to go to my next class Luckily, no one stops me in

to anyone

up. I was expecting it

groan as I walk to the furthest

name

with Ethan I go to hang

accept button instead

she calls

Just release

dear, please don’t shut me out. Don’t shut me and your father out” she

catching at

couldn’t even if I wanted to.

fucking word.

your life. I want to be the mother I was supposed

know you’re hurting and I want to be there for you. I already lost one child, please don’t makeme lose another. Losing you again just after finding you would kill

breaks my heart.

fill my eyes. Damn it. I’ve been so emotional

slowly. Trying

releases a breath. “I’ll give you time if that’s what you need, but always remember

heart even when I thought

and know that I’ll always be here

It feels so good to be wanted, but I don’t know if I can trust

reply

don’t know. What if she’s just

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Of being used. Of being a

Rowan.

towards them. I was just trying to protect the

pieces of my heart.

Carol says

groan under

a junior highschool teacher and she had a way of annoying the

she likes to stick her

she looks at me in shock. “With the way you’ve been eating and

preggo” she finishes with

joking, but I freeze in my seat. Her words ring

fear through every fiber

okay, Ava? You have to know that I was just

right?”

starts coursing through my body. Rushing out of the lounge, I blindly ran through the hallway till I am out of the school. I

of the parking lot.

Please don’t

but my mind is so jumbled

be pulled for over speeding. I

Carol was wrong.

and rush out.