Divorce?
The pain is real, it's all I feel. This is the beginning, begining of the end. The start to our finish. No love to defend. We gave it our all. We gave into chance. We thought this would be, be a romance. You say the kids will be fine. But I just don't know. You say the kids will be fine. That's not what the kids say, though. Janey tells me she misses the fun we used to have. John says he wishes we could camp again. I miss when, when we used to hold hands. You've already made up your mind. It can't be fixed this time. Is this really where the story ends? Is our love nothing to defend? Is this really for the best? Has this been, but a test? This is the final chapter. Loneliness is now my captor.
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