I Love You, I Hate You: Part 1

I tried being friends. Tried being civil after I left, but texting was never enough and I refused to give him more. Leaving Logan was the hardest decision of my life, but it had to be done. I deserved better than a man who would push me away anytime things got hard. Kids are hard, and our daughter deserved better.

I finish packing and take a quick shower. I run a razor over my legs, eliminating yesterday's stubble simply because I want to look good. For myself, not him. Never for him anymore. After blow drying my hair I slip into my pajamas and attempt to sleep. I'm nervous. Every memory I’ve suppressed comes into focus. I spent almost four years trying to move past it all. And now I've got to play nice and pretend like nothing happened.