Esmee
"Those things which are precious are saved only by sacrifice.”
David Kenyon Webster
“How many times to we have to do this Esmee?” Emmet asked sighing putting his head into his hands in exasperation, “it has been years and you are still no closer to realising that I am with you because I want to be and not because I have to be. Why would I want to run away from something that makes me so happy or are you just trying to make me go because you don’t want me any more?” Emmet grumbled his voice muffled from behind his hands as he spoke. It was a conversation that would have no winners and we both new it I had hurt him again and his last comment had cut me as good as any knife and at least one of us would land up in tears but I still couldn’t just sit there and watch what I was doing to him and not tell him he should get out. There was still time for him, he could find some one else, he could get remarried and he could start again with someone who could stand alone in the world with out him to fall on all the time. He could have a proper marriage not one that always swung somewhere on the gates of a mental hospital.
“Emmet,” I said sighing my self, my emotions somewhere between laughter and sobbing as I tried to get my self to lie the biggest lie I would ever have to in my life. “Emmet I want to break up with you, are relationship stopped working a long time ago and I am not in love with you and more. I would like to get a devorice.
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