In the days that followed, I started working out, not because Luke suggested it, but because I wanted to feel healthier and stronger. I took up new hobbies, spent more time with friends, and even considered going back to school.
One day at the mall, I ran into Luke.
He startled me with a half-compliment. “Hey! I almost didn’t recognize you, Hannah.
You look different. How are you and the kids?”
“We’re doing great,” I replied, not wanting to continue the conversation.
“Hannah, I’ve been meaning to ask you if…”
“I’m running late, Luke. I have to be somewhere.
Excuse me,” I said before leaving. From the corner of my eye, I saw confusion and pain paint his otherwise calm and confident face.
But that didn’t bother me anymore because I was now free to live my life on my terms and feel comfortable in my skin. Rather than mourning my doomed marriage, I was ready to move forward with strength and self-love.
So, what do you think?
Did I handle things correctly or was my reaction a little too overboard? What would you have done differently in my shoes?
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