Fifteen years. Fifteen years of marriage reduced...

Fifteen years. Fifteen years of marriage reduced to a stack of papers and a court date. I keep thinking about our wedding day. How naive we were. How certain we were that love would be enough. How wrong we were. The kids don't understand why we can't just fix it. I don't know how to explain that some things are too broken to repair. That sometimes the kindest thing you can do is let go. I'm sorry I couldn't be what you needed. I'm sorry you couldn't be what I needed. I'm sorry we hurt each other trying to make it work. This isn't the ending I wanted. But maybe it's the ending we both need.