“You truly want to know?” I ask
“Of course,” he says, taking a hold of my hand and I look at our closed hands one last time. “I would do anything to make your wish come true.”
“Really?”
He nods, and I take in a deep breath.
It’s now or never.
“I wished for a divorce.”
Reyansh Carter
Have you ever felt your world shifting beneath your feet? That’s exactly how I feel as I remember Aisha’s words.
“I wished for a divorce.”
Those were her words when I asked her what she wished for while blowing out the candles. I expected anything but not that.
My world pivoted the moment she said those words, and I was no longer able to hear the background noise, no longer able to comprehend what was going on around me.
All that mattered to me was how could she even think that I would agree to that? She could ask me for anything, and I would get it for her. If she would ask me to bring the world to her knees, I would do anything in my power to make that wish come true.
But not this. Not letting her go.
I couldn’t stand after that; my knees felt weak enough to give out, so I ran out.
Was it a dick move? Maybe
But how was I supposed to react to that? How the fuck was I supposed to react to the love of my life wanting a divorce from me?
So, I did what felt like the most reasonable thing to do. I ran out and sat down in my car.
Sounds like a valid crash-out to me.
Now, she sits beside me, maybe waiting for me to say something, but like always, she has managed to stun me intosilence. Though this time she has also managed to shatter my heart and the hope I had been brewing inside me to get my wife back to me.
Has it been too late?
There’s silence as I drive, my knuckles white on the steering wheel with the way I am gripping it.
I am not even mad at her. I would have probably done the same thing if I were in her position.
After all, I have hurt her too much.
“I wasn’t joking, you know,” she says after a while, her eyes boring a hole in the side of my face, but I don’t have the heart to look at her at the moment. Because I know my face will give it all away. “I really do want a divorce.”
“I can tell,” I answer, my voice sharper than I intended it to be.
Why would she want a divorce before giving our relationship one last try? I know it has been hard. I know I haven’t been the best husband to her, but I have also never thought about letting her go. I can’t imagine it. The fact that the words were so easy for her to say out loud pierces my heart.
“So, you will give it to me?”
“Give you what?” I ask as I make the car come to an abrupt halt just a few steps away from our front door. She flinches forward, and my hand automatically goes towards her, making sure she is safe through it all.
Her eyes drift momentarily towards my hand before she focuses back on me.
“Divorce. You will give me a divorce.”
