The spring colors hadn’t started to show themselves yet. You could still see small pockets of ice and snow draping the ground.
It was 11 a.m. and the colorless streets blurred past me as I took to the road to look for him.
Two weeks prior it became real. I finally understood that the last several years with Luke were worthless. Through Meaningless motions and lost emotions, not a second of it could be saved.
He was sad. A true Jekyll and Hyde, who, despite my efforts, didn’t want to be saved.
The last four years of our lives were spent in a delusional lie. But somehow, I still expected marriage.
A lifelong commitment to misery didn’t sound so bad. After all, you don’t throw four tear-filled years down the drain, or do you?
20 didn’t seem like anything to celebrate, but soon I would be turning 30. A new decade, a fresh start. Time to be an adult.
The success scale of my life felt subpar. Yes, working full-time and diving into outside endeavors could be considered success…but to me, I was just busy – and still broke.
Most would have left. After weeks of dragging him out of bed in the middle of the day because he refused to get a job, days and nights with unanswered phone calls, oh…and dates spent eating while he pecked away at his phone. I knew the end was near – I didn’t want to be invisible anymore.
I walked in the door that day, the day that changed everything, greeted by my sassy little Susie – her tail wagging. It’s almost like she knew the time. She never misses the opportunity to give me a warm welcome. I may feel invisible, but I have no doubt that Susie loves me.
Like any other day, I tried to call Luke. He had been on his way home the last I heard from him. I couldn’t reach him. I tried several more times, with no luck. That night, with nothing left to give and a week before my birthday – he disappeared.
Next chapter – Gone: Still Missing
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