Bad Relationship

I sat still in the car, staring at the paper in my hand. Not because it held something important or joyful, but because it contained the divorce papers between Gannon and me. I still couldn't believe his decision, yet I had to accept this indirect slap in the face.

"So this is the end of our relationship. Divorce is never a good thing, but... I can't continue with this anymore." I could only speak to myself, for I lacked the courage to say it in front of Gannon.

As I opened the car door, my eyes landed on the large building before me. A house with a modern classical style, predominantly painted white with two pillars that seemed to show its strength. Some intricate carvings adorned the door, making it look elegant. The house had two floors, which now felt too big for just the three of us. But that wasn't a problem before. Many thought this was a dream house, yet I could no longer live in it.