Katya

The longer I waited, the more dismal my thoughts became. The saying of a seven-year itch didn't apply to me since we had only been married six years. Yet here I was, thirty years old, and tonight, my resolve was unstoppable. He was so wrapped up in his merger that he’d forgotten our sixth wedding anniversary.

I must be a masochist because I was flicking through our wedding album. It felt as if he had squat down and shat on all of our happy memories. His PA reminded him about his business and personal life, yet Seth still managed to fuck things up. I didn't want to be forty and be in this position. All his promises meant nothing to him because I was nothing in his eyes.

I picked up the phone and dialled Eliza’s number. She had a spare bedroom in her apartment. I didn't want to be alone. My parents lived several hours away, and I didn’t want to stress them out because, at times, it felt as if they loved Seth more than me. The last thing I wanted was to involve the family in my mess.

Seth could do what he pleased because I was done, and I wanted out.