I ran into my ex-wife two years after our divorce. In that moment, everything became clearbut she only smiled and shook her head when I suggested we start over.
When our second child was born, Emily stopped caring about her appearance. Before, shed change outfits several times a day, always polished, every detail perfectly coordinated. But after coming home from the hospital, she seemed to forget her wardrobe existed beyond an old T-shirt and a pair of worn-out joggers.
She wore them all day, sometimes even to bed. When I asked why, shed say it made nighttime feedings easier. Fair enough, but what happened to the woman who insisted, A lady should always be a lady, no matter what? She never said it anymore. Nor did she mention her favourite salon, the gym, or her stylist. Andforgive the detailsome mornings, she wouldnt bother with a bra, padding around the house without a second thought.
Her body had changed too. Her waist, her stomach, her legs none were the same. Her hair, once glossy and styled, was now a messeither a tangle of curls or a hasty bun with strands sticking out. And to think back when we strolled through London, men would turn to look at her. I used to feel proud. Beautiful. Mine.
But that woman was gone.
Our home mirrored her mood. The only thing Emily still did flawlessly was cook. Her meals were divine. But everything else? Depressing.
I tried telling her she couldnt let herself go like this. That she needed to find herself again. Shed just smile sadly and say shed try. Months passed, and every day, I saw a stranger.
Until one day, Id had enough.
I filed for divorce.
No shouting, no drama. She begged me to reconsider, but when she saw I wouldnt budge, she just sighed and whispered,
Do what you want I thought you loved me.
I didnt answer. Arguing about love felt pointless. I went to the courthouse, and soon, it was done.
I dont know if I was a good father. I sent child supportnothing more. I couldnt bear to see her. Not like that. Not the shadow shed become.
Two years later
An autumn afternoon in Manchester. I was lost in thought, wandering aimlessly, when I saw her.
There was a confidence in her stride, a grace that turned heads. Her steps were light, elegantfull of assurance. And when she got closer, my heart stopped.
It was Emily.
But not the Emily Id left.
This woman was even more stunning than when wed first met. High heels, a dress that hugged her curves, flawless hair and nails, subtle but striking makeup. And that perfume the one that used to drive me wild.
I mustve gaped, because she laughed.
Whats wrong? Dont recognise me? I told you Id changeyou didnt believe me.
I walked her to the gym she now attended daily. She talked about the kids, how well they were doing, how happy they were. About herself, she said littlebut she didnt need to. Her eyes, her posture, her glow they said it all.
And I
I remembered.
I remembered those mornings Id grumble at her messy hair and pyjamas, the times her exhaustion frustrated me. I remembered the exact moment I decided to leave, when my selfishness convinced me she wasnt enough anymore.
And I remembered that by leaving her, Id abandoned my own children.
Before we parted, I gathered the courage to ask,
Can I call you? I understand now Maybe we could try again.
Emily looked at me calmly. Then she smiled and shook her head.
Its too late, James. Take care.
And she walked away.
I stood there, frozen, watching her vanish into the crowd.
Yes.
I understood.
But too late.
