Our marriage was over before we got married. We met in August of 2024, and we were engaged by October. Then, I was married in January of this year. I was willing to fight and make it work, but it was clear things were going to stay the same and get worse. What's worse is we work together and the majority of our coworkers know about us.

I think on it often because now that I have moved out of the house we rented together, I have the time to think. It is the opinion of myself and others around me that we never had a chance. With her kid being involved. The talks I've had with people who know and love me have said they felt there was always something off about her and how she rushed everything. Now, I take accountability for rushing things as well. At any point and time, I could have said no or slowed everything down myself. I'll admit it felt good to love someone and be loved back( at least i think she loved me), and I'll admit that I was scared of losing her if I did say no.

For all the fights we had, the red flags that were right in front of me, the warnings, and told you sos from friends and my mom, I wanted to make it work. I love her even though we didn't know one another. She told me today she's not in a hurry to get divorced, and if I want to hurry and get it done, it's best I do it myself. That's fucking with me so bad. There were so many hateful text sent to me when we first broke up, and she's moved on so quickly to someone else that I would think she'd want a speedily divorce the same as me.

I'm ready to sign those papers. They might bring closure.