I block any form of contact Ryan could possibly be giving me. His number, emails, and even my few social media accounts. I’m absolutely fuming, unsure where to put all of this excess energy.
I sit down on my couch, covering my face with my hands, wanting to scream into the ether. This is a nightmare that never ends. How am I supposed to move forward when Ryan won’t let this go?
He asked for the divorce. Now he’s begging me to stay. What about what I want?
My stomach churns, but I don’t know if it’s from the baby or anxiety. I shake my head, thinking about the pain these past few months have brought me, wanting to disappear into thin air.
God.
My phone starts to ring, and I sniff as I check the caller. Rolling my eyes, I pick up the call.
“Mom, now’s not a great time.”
She hu
