Ashley McEachern

It's time.

It's time to say goodbye.
This is the end...
the end of you and I.

I can feel it deep into my bones, through to my heart and my soul
that this life we've built for ourselves is over.

How can I be happy when you're always mad?

And how can you be happy when you tell me that
even looking at me makes you stressed and frustrated?

Your words echo like a long forgotten bell and it's slowly driving me insane.

I know it's hard.
We've built this life around ourselves and our daughter like a cocoon,
but we aren't a butterfly and suffocation is starting to settle in.

I'm sorry.