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

of my class without saying a

head down as I rush to the teacher’s lounge. I just want to breathe a little before I have to go to my next class Luckily, no one stops me in the hallway. I wasn’t really in the

to anyone

was expecting it

release a groan as I

down. Nora’s name flashes. I’ve ignored

their relationship with Ethan I go to hang up, but

accept button instead

she calls

Just release the breath I was

please don’t shut me out. Don’t shut me and your

catching at the

wanted

fucking word.

Ava and I want to be in your life. I want to be the mother I

already lost one child, please don’t makeme lose another. Losing you again

breaks my heart.

I’ve been so emotional

tell her slowly. Trying

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

I’ve always carried you in my heart even when I thought you had died. I

know that I’ll always be here for

I don’t know if I can trust them yet. Only

reply

I just don’t know. What if she’s just looking for someone to hang

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of. Of being used. Of being a

Rowan.

towards them. I was just trying to protect

pieces of my heart.

Carol says walking towards

groan under my

a junior highschool teacher and she had a way of annoying

her nose in

at me in shock. “With the way you’ve been eating and how moody

you’re preggo” she

but I freeze in my seat. Her words ring in my mind like

fear through every fiber

Ava? You have to know

right?”

out of the lounge, I blindly ran through the hallway till I am out of the school.

of the parking lot.

be happening. Please don’t let it be

the math, but my mind

not caring that I will probably be pulled for over speeding.

Carol was wrong.

I park my car and rush out.