What I wasn't prepared for was to be met at the front door by her carrying her sh*t out.
She loves me, but she's not in love with me anymore. What kind of bulls*it excuse is that? I've left her alone too often, I've been completely focused on one goal, and apparently she's sick of waiting.
So here I stand. Half the man I was, p*ssed as f*ck, because while I was busy making a better life for us, she was under the impression I was leaving her lonely. I know one day she'll see what I've been doing has been for us, and when that day comes... She can damn well come crawling back to me.