Divorce.
Married for such a short time, and it crumbles into ruins before my eyes... Truth be told, it was pretty much hell from day one, but we had our hopes. Hopes that one day, like the weather, things would just change for the better.
Now, the person that was once the closest, dearest in my life, resorts to sending me evil emails and voice mails, and all I can do to keep up is respond with my own brand of hatred. Amazing how that works. I would have stood in front of a speeding truck for her just a little while back, now it seems, that nobody's ever hated me more than she.
How does this happen?
I married her because she was beautiful, smart, clever and, against all odds, understood me. Today, we exchange only the most horrendous insults imagineable, using the weaknesses we've learned about to make the words sting as much as humanly possible. She's 22, I'm 29. Yet we both feel old, tired... withered.
In the course of my life, I've lost close ones. The very woman that introduced us, perhaps my closest family member, passed on last august. Yet this horrible bitterness outclasses everything that came before it.
I still love her. Maybe even more than ever. But the anger and the hatred just won't stop.