Dear Love

Hey, you're not here and I'm pretty sure you never planned to be. It's been 26 years since we said, “I do” and 26 days since you cheated on me. I thought we could reconcile our differences, talk it out. But here I am, sitting alone, again, on this lumpy sofa across from Dr. Bevelle.

“He's just running late.” I lie, after she checks her watch for the second time. “He'll be here.” The words felt as hollow and empty as your promise to love me forever.

My phone vibrates. I look down expecting to see a text from you. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.