Ex-Husband's Regret

Harper

My eyes land on the picture of Liam, my late husband. It's been two years and I still miss him like crazy.

Sighing, I put the broom down and picked up the picture. I take a seat on my worn-out sofa and just stare at him, lovingly tracing his face. We're trying to move on but it hasn't been easy. He proposed to me when we were in Uni and we got married soon after I finished my degree.

I wasn't really sure about him at first. I mean, I didn't really have any experience with men, except Gabriel, but he doesn't count. The man who was once my husband treated me like I was a virus that he couldn't wait to get rid of.

Liam knew everything about Gabriel. He knew what happened in our marriage and also why he divorced me before kicking me out in the cold a day after I'd buried my brother.

When I went overseas to escape, I was broken in so many ways that I wondered if I would ever be whole. I believe Liam was sent to me when I needed him. When I needed someone to be my anchor to the hell, I called life.

Slowly, I learned to live. I wasn't in love with him, I'd already given my heart to my ex-husband, who by the way, shattered it into a million tiny pieces, but I did love him. I loved him in the only capacity I could, and he accepted that.

He was struggling in his own way. He'd lost the love of his life to cancer when they were both eighteen. He wasn't looking for love, but companionship, without having to risk his heart being ripped open. We were both dealing with our own brokenness, and we helped each other heal.

Our marriage was built on friendship and companionship. That was enough for both of us. He had loved and lost, while I had loved and gotten my heart broken. We both weren't looking for the forever kind of love. Just something comfortable and lasting. Well, we thought it would be long lasting.

We were proved wrong when, two years ago, he was hit by a drunk driver who had run a red light. My heart was crashed when I received the phone call. He didn't die on the spot, and I held on to hope that he would pull through, but just like always, the bitch that is fate took him away from me two days later.

much she hated me, and I hated the bitch right back. Now, I only have one person with me and I have this

brings me back to reality. Pulling me back from the painful memories. With a sigh, I put down Liam's picture and pick up my phone. I

her voice

"Hi, June...how are you?"

be asking

work colleague turned friend. We've known each other for years and she is one of my closest

really complain... I'm just taking one step at a time,"

hard it's been for us. How it hasn't been easy

doing? The last time we

her.

better. The meds the doctor gave her are working even though they leave her drowsy. She's actually taking a

to be drowsy but alright. If that's what it takes for her to be her old self and get better than, be

great... I was worried about

"Me too"

front of me. Liam was standing on top of a mountain, smiling at the camera. He loved hiking. He used to say that it quieted the noise in his mind. It gave him

with the client. I wanted to remind you just in case you'd forgotten," she says, once again pulling me