The Night I Stopped Begging For Love

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Chapter 22

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Elise was quiet for a moment.

“How are you feeling?”

I thought about it.

There was sadness.

Relief.

Fear.

A strange emptiness.

But beneath all of those feelings was something I hadn’t experienced in years.

Possibility.

“I think I’m going to be okay,” I said.

And for the first time, I believed it.

Vincent sent a letter a week later.

Not a message.

Not flowers.

Not another expensive gift.

A letter.

I recognized his handwriting immediately.

I left it unopened on the desk for two days.

Then one evening, after finishing a difficult section of coursework, I sat down and read it.

Mara,

I’ve rewritten this letter several times because everything I say sounds smaller than what I did.

You were right.

I used the word protection when I should have admitted that I was afraid.

I used the word responsibility when I should have admitted that I was choosing work over being present.

I used the word comfortable because it was easier than asking whether you were happy.

And when I became dissatisfied with the life I’d created, I blamed our marriage instead of examining the part I played in making it lonely.

You deserved better than that.

I know saying it now changes nothing.

I know I can’t return the years you gave up.

And I know the divorce was my decision long before I understood its consequences.

I want you to know that I’m sorry.

Not because the house is empty.

Not because I miss having someone waiting for me.

But because I finally understand that you were telling me you were unhappy, and I chose not to listen.

I don’t expect forgiveness.

I hope you return to surgery.

I remember how your face changed when you spoke about your patients.

I should have fought to protect that part of you instead of asking you to live without it.

Vincent.

I read the letter once.

Then again.

By the third time, I was crying.

Not because I wanted him back.

Because the woman I had been during our marriage had spent years waiting for those words.

She had deserved to hear them.

I folded the letter carefully.

Then I placed it inside a drawer.

I didn’t answer.

There was nothing cruel about that.

Vincent had finally said what I needed him to say.

But understanding his mistakes didn’t create an obligation for me to return.

That lesson took longer to learn than I expected.

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