With all the stress crushing me from inside, sleep became impossible.Four long, agonizing days passed while we still lived under the same roof —me smiling on the outside,me screaming on the inside.
It was torture.
I woke up, worked, ate dinner beside her, answered her questions with automatic phrases…but my mind was elsewhere, trapped in the memory of every message, every lie, every betrayal I had uncovered.
Then came Saturday night —the night that changed everything.
She got dressed, did her makeup, picked a perfume I had never seen her use before, and left for a party.At least, that's what she said.
The moment the door clicked shut, the air shifted.It felt like the house itself knew what was about to happen.
I didn't hesitate.
I went straight to the hiding spot where I had stored boxes over the past few days.My hands moved quickly, almost automatically.
Fold.Pack.Close.Repeat.
Clothes.Documents.Shoes.Pieces of a life shared, now being separated quietly, carefully, painfully.
Then I called my father.
He didn't ask why.He didn't ask what happened.He simply said:
"I'm on my way."
When he arrived, we didn't exchange many words.Maybe because he already understood.Maybe because there was nothing left to say.
We carried everything in silence —two men moving through a house filled with memories,both pretending not to feel the weight of every step.
When the last box was placed in the car, I looked at the house one final time.
The doorway where she once hugged me.The living room where we watched movies.The kitchen where we dreamed of a future.The bedroom where love used to live.
All of it… gone.
I closed the trunk, got into the car, and left without looking back.
When I arrived at my parents' house, something inside me broke.
I walked straight to the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the shower…and the moment the water hit my skin, I collapsed.
No screams.No sobs.Just silent tears — fifteen minutes of them, maybe more —until my chest ached and my legs trembled.
It wasn't just a marriage ending.
It was a whole story dissolving.A chapter of my life being erased.The woman I loved —the woman I still loved —turning into a stranger right before my eyes.
And that, more than anything, was the kind of pain I wouldn't wish on anyone.