When the Door Slammed Shut: A May Divorce in Manchester
He left me in May, slamming the door behind him, off to someone younger and prettier. I never thought my life would unravel so quickly, nor that I’d be left piecing together the fragments of a marriage that, in hindsight, was always more fragile than I wanted to admit. Now, as I sit in the quiet of my flat, I’m forced to confront not just the loss of him, but the loss of the woman I thought I was.