Fall Apart No More

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They had laughed and loved the whole day, and she believed she had recaptured his straying heart. But as he made his excuses and walked to his car with a new happiness in his footsteps, she knew she had failed. He was going to her again.2

She wasn't sure what had lead to the affair of his, and she felt the blame rested on her shoulders. But she knew this wasn't true, she had been the best she could. It was nobody's fault that he had found love in another place. He had made his move, and it was time she made hers.3

She called him, and smiled sadly knowing he had sworn the other woman to silence while she was on the phone. Or maybe the woman was clueless that he was already in a relationship, she mused. Either way she was there, she had his love, and now she had him.4

Hanging up the phone minutes later, a sense of peace flooded through her. She was herself again, and free of all obligations and duties to anyone but herself. 5

That night she sat in the middle of her bed, brushing her glorious auburn hair for hours. Eyes closed, she remembered being all alone as a child, her mother and father constantly working, and being friendless. Brushing her hair had always brought her a sense of peace. She had sprayed vanilla scents throughout the room, and on her brush. Lifting her cloud soft hair to her face she breathed deeply and sighed. 6

Despite her delicate appearance, inside she was seething. No more would she gather loved ones around her, comfort them, love them, nurture them and their egos, only to have them walk out of her life without a backward glance. Too many had walked down that path, but no more. She would not be hurt by love, any kind of love.7