Got Fat? I'll Take a Second!

“You know what’s the most disgusting? Even looking at you makes me sick—let alone anything more. I gave you a chance, told you that you needed to change something. But you decided to close your eyes to your… ugliness.”

“Ugliness?”

“Yes. Ugliness. You became fat, unkempt, and pathetic. And you really think I— a normal man—will live with that for the rest of my days? I need a normal wife. A woman you want to look at. A woman who inspires instead of repulsing.”

“You… you loved me…”

“I did. That Hadjar I married six years ago. But that Hadjar is gone. You destroyed her yourself.
Yes, in the last two years I gained 35 kilograms. But doesn’t a woman— the mother of his children—deserve at least a shred of respect?”

Now he married someone else. And I’m left with a shattered heart, two children, and loneliness that washes over me with cold waves.
But you know what? I’m still alive. And I can still change my life. Not for him. For myself.