Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

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.
"Yes" I lie, and maneuver myself to my dressing table to do my make-up.
I've become like a shadow of myself. Everything in my life has lost its meaning. I'm so fucking lost that some days I think it would be easier if I just ended it all.
Working used to be my life. I enjoyed it. 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 up most of the time.
I pick up my brush and just stared at myself in the mirror. Agony, guilt and regret stare back at me. This feeling of being out of control, lost, was like a cancer that was 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. Just a concealer to hide my dark under eyes. Sighing, Molly stands up and walks over to me before placing a hand on my shoulder. "Have you thought about what we talked about? You should start seeing a therapist."
"And what good will that do?" I ask, applying the concealer before blending it.
"I can see it in your eyes. Every day, your light dims just a little bit. You have a lot to unpack. A lot of guilt, self-hatred and bitterness towards yourself. You need to talk to someone who can professionally help you before it's too late."
I didn't want to hear any talk about a therapist. I can't imagine telling my best friend all that I'm feeling, let alone a stranger. Where would I even start? That I'm having a hard time, drowning and the most appealing solution right now is suicide?
"I just don't see the need," I murmur and place my concealer down after I'm done with it.
I then take out my lip balm and apply a thin layer on my chapped and dry lips. There, I was done.
"You may not, but you'll 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 gently, in a warm voice. "You have to realize that until you can forgive yourself, you can't move past this, and it will always have a hold on
you."
I nod then stand up. Giving her the best smile I could muster, I twirl around. "How do I look?"
She returns the smile. "Better."
Eeh! I'll take that. As long as I don't look like a zombie, then it's good enough for
me.
Today was Sunday so I knew that Calvin and Gunner were home. They rarely go out on Sundays choosing to relax and chill with each other.
Calvin named it 'a boy's day
He tried involving me by telling me the little things he and Calvin did, but I always rebuffed him. Now, I regret not listening to those small details about my own son.
"I have to go" I whisper, while
searching the room for my smarket
purse. Once I spot it, I cross the room to pick it up before turning to Molly and saying, "Wish me luck."
"Good luck"
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With that, I leave the room after
giving her a hug. Mom Travis and Molly have been my rock, but I know they can't keep holding me up.
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"Do you want me to drive you somewhere, ma'am," one of our drivers tells me once I am outside. He was just placing mats inside the car.
"Not today Henry" I reply softly.
He nods before handing me the key. Getting in, I start the engine before peeling
out of our driveway.
It wasn't a long drive. Just a couple of minutes, but that was enough to send me
into hyperventilation.
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Now that I was in the car, I couldn't
believe that I was doing this. That I was going to Calvin's house even though he told me to leave them alone. To stay away. Doubts starts filling my head, and I wondered if I should just turn back around. The content is on Popsnovel.com! Read the latest chapter there!
No! I needed to do this.
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I don't know how I get to their home
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I walk the short distance, my hand clenched in front of me as I tried to calm down
my nervous and racing heart.
Getting to the door, I raise my hand and ring the bell. Minutes later, I hear
footsteps right before the door is opened.
At first, Calvin's eyes register shock before they quickly shut down and become
cold.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"