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Rick Moves On

Six months after I moved out I was buying groceries when I saw Emory in the produce section. He looked uncomfortable when he spotted me but came over anyway. He asked how I was doing and I said I was good, which was true for once. Then he got quiet and said he thought I should know that Rick was dating someone new.

My stomach dropped but I kept my face neutral. Emory said Rick was already talking about wanting kids with her, telling her how important family was to him. I felt sorry for this woman I’d never met because she had no idea what she was getting into. Emory asked if I thought he should warn her and I told him no, that it wasn’t our place and she probably wouldn’t believe us anyway. People have to figure out who Rick really is on their own just like I did. I finished my shopping and left feeling grateful I wasn’t that woman anymore.

A Fresh Start

Libby decided to throw me a divorce party even though I told her it was silly. She invited everyone to her apartment and called it a celebration of me standing up for myself. Viviana showed up with Aaron and they both hugged me when they walked in. Viviana brought wine and Aaron brought fancy cheese and we all sat around eating snacks and talking about anything except Rick.

At one point Viviana raised her glass and said she was proud to call me her sister and Aaron agreed. I realized I’d lost a husband but gained real family. People who actually cared about me instead of just what I could do for them. Libby made a joke about burning my wedding photos and I laughed because I’d already thrown them away weeks ago.

We stayed up late playing card games and I felt lighter than I had in years, surrounded by people who saw me as a person instead of a problem to fix. Now I’m building a life that’s actually mine instead of one based on Rick’s lies. My apartment is small but it’s decorated the way I like it, not the way Rick’s mother thought was proper.

I go to therapy and work and see my friends without worrying what story Rick is telling people about me. I’m even thinking about dating again eventually, though I’m not in a rush. The difference is that now I know exactly what I won’t accept from a partner. I trust myself to recognize the warning signs and walk away when something feels wrong instead of making excuses and hoping things will get better. I’m genuinely happy for the first time in years, not performing happiness to make someone else comfortable. My life is quiet and simple and completely honest.