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.

and maneuver myself to my dressing table to do my

of myself. Everything in my life has lost its meaning. I'm so fucking lost that some days I think it would be easier

galas, charity dinners or just a simple

slowly destroying me from the inside 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 didn't need much make-up.

good will that do?" I ask, applying the concealer before

see it in your eyes. Every day, your light dims just a little bit. You have a lot to unpack. A lot of

therapist. I can't imagine telling my best friend all that I'm feeling, let alone a stranger. Where would I

need," I murmur and place my concealer down after I'm done with

balm and apply a thin layer on

understand once you begin. Let me book you a few sessions. If, at the end, you still don't feel the need or any change, then you can stop going," she tells me

nod then stand up. Giving her the best smile I could muster, I twirl around. "How do I

returns the smile.

take that. As long as I don't look like a

Calvin and Gunner were home. They rarely go out on Sundays choosing to

named it

little things he and Calvin did, but I always rebuffed him. Now, I regret not listening to those small details about my own

while searching the room for my smarket purse. Once I spot it, I cross the room

"Good luck"

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