Lying in her bed, restless and unable to sleep, I checked my phone once more. Monica’s story was the last thing I needed to see. [Though I didn’t make it to the concert, I’m still the happiest woman with the man I love most by my side!] The photo showed Monica snuggled up in Jeremiah’s arms, intensifying my feelings of betrayal and sorrow.
I turned off my phone, trying to push away the painful images, but my mind raced through the ten years Jeremiah and I had spent together. How did we end up here? The realization was overwhelming and distressing.
The following day, dark circles under my eyes, I showed up at work. My colleagues, seeing my disheveled appearance, joked about how my excitement for the concert had turned into disappointment. They didn’t know it wasn’t just about the concert—it was about the end of a significant chapter in my life.