The first day after I broke the news, my ’spouse’ called. Again, he tried to persuaded me to stay. Said that he will change. Said that it was all misunderstanding and miscommunication. Said that there is still future between us. More money. A car. No, darling. It wasn’t that. It was something deeper than that. He said that I would leave a big hole in his heart and how I wish that he could make me stay. Well, I am sorry, my mind is made up. I said stubbornly. He finally gave in and hung up.

In the afternoon, I was summoned to his corner. He looked at me with his blue eyes and again, tried to talk me out of it. At that time I begun to grew tired of this camaraderie. I am not trading because I have nothing to sell. So before he could talk long, I emphasized one more time that I had fallen out of love. You couldn’t provide me with I want. What I want is no longer here. I want to move on. It’s not about the money or the car. I am not playing hard to get. I am gone. My soul is no longer in this marriage. I want out. Full stop. I think the message finally sunk in. He finally said, “I am sad that you leave, but I am happy if you are happy.” Thank you, sweetheart.

And the next step is to tell my ’siblings’. He took us out to a nice dinner where we chatted and he was as charming as he could be. Then he dropped the news. Everybody was heartbreakingly quiet. Several sisters looked at me and look down with tears hanging on their eye lashes. One particular sister, my favorite little sister, refused to look at me. The only person who seemed to understand is the youngest sister. She hugged me and said nothing else. I cried on my way home. But what is done is done. I can’t turn back especially since my new ’spouse’ has announced our wedding to his family.