Ex-Husband's Regret

Emma.

"Are you sure about this?" Molly asked, her worried eyes scanning my face. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?"

Was I sure? Heck no. I don't know what will happen. I don't know how he'll react, but I have to do something, right? "Yes" I nod, straightening my back in determination.

I know I messed up big time. I know that what's happening to me is my fault. It's karma catching up with me, but I can't let it stop me. I can't sit around mopping wishing things were different.

I put on the pretty sundress I'd chosen. It was white and had some blue flowers on it. I wanted to look presentable, down to earth and warm. I wanted to look inviting. Someone you feel at ease by just looking at them. Sundresses always give that illusion.

"You do realize he might slam the door shut on you face at first look?" Molly adds, bouncing on my bed like a little kid.

I've thought about nothing since I decided to matters in my own. I've thought of nothing else, but how to change things between Gunner and I. I know it'll be hard. I've neglected him so many times over the years that his love for me probably died.

It fucking hurts my heart knowing that he views Ava more as a mother than me. Mom has told me countless of times how much he spends time at Rowan and Ava's home. It fucking hearts but I don't have anyone to blame.

Each day I wake up with guilt that consumes both my heart and soul. Each day brings a fresh onslaught of pain that I can't escape from. It guts me each time when I open my eyes and realize the shit and pain, I've caused.

My hearts constricts and I feel myself drowning in the darkness that's been consuming. More than anything, I want to know my baby, but I also want a respite from the constant heartache.

"Emma? Are you even listening?" Molly's voice pulls me from the edge of the abyss.

to my dressing table to do my

a shadow of myself. Everything in my life has lost its meaning. I'm so fucking lost that

Loved it. I also loved social gatherings. Whether it was galas, charity dinners or just a simple laid back event. I loved them. Now, though, I don't even want to wake

out. Trying to bury those thoughts, I run my brush through my hair before picking up my concealer. I've always had clear skin, so I

that do?" I ask, applying the concealer

to unpack. A

I'm feeling, let alone a stranger. Where would I even start? That I'm having a

just don't see the need," I murmur and place my concealer down

my lip balm and apply a thin layer on my chapped and dry lips. There, I

still don't feel the need or any change, then you can stop going," she tells me gently, in a warm voice. "You have to realize that until you can forgive yourself, you can't

stand up. Giving her the best smile I could muster, I

the

As long as I don't look like a zombie,

was Sunday so I knew that Calvin and Gunner were home. They rarely go out on Sundays choosing to

it 'a boy's

the little things he and Calvin did, but I always rebuffed

have to go" I whisper, while searching the room for my smarket purse. Once I spot it, I cross

"Good luck"

leave the room after giving her a hug. Mom, Travis and Molly have been my rock, but