Divorce...
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Divorce...

By Ankita Garg


divorce was never the question nor an answer to my problems. ‘its my forever’ i always thought, yet you made me realize that i was completely wrong the whole time. past was not to look on to nor future was my ever concern rather i wanted a beautiful present with you. i think that was my major misunderstanding to make you understand my part too. i never got brain in between us but you never kept you and your family away from us. i never asked you why, i never said a thing but noded on whatever you said, still you made me the wrong one standing alone in the dark. sunlight was my best friend but you turned me around to the shadows of sorrows. i was still fine and didnt say a thing but kept following you blindly, but then you moved aside and didnt tell me about the pit as i fell deep into that dark hole of sadness. i was blaming myself for the time when you left me crying on my own. it struck me when i didnt hear from you for long enough and realize on my own that it wasnt me but it was all you. i may not be perfect as you wanted me to be but i was never worthless that i know as a she.



i just want you to know from far now that yes i am living and breathing well on my own. yes, i am worth my self-love and i will never look back to my gone life ever now. i will live and live to the fullest now. i will do that all as i ever wished or never wished for...


By Ankita Garg



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