I signed the papers today. My hand was shaking so...

I signed the papers today. My hand was shaking so bad I could barely hold the pen. I thought I'd feel relief. Like this weight would finally lift off my chest. But all I feel is grief. Grief for the life we built. Grief for the future we planned. Grief for the people we used to be before everything fell apart. I don't hate you. I wish I did. Hate would be easier than this hollow ache that won't go away. We tried. God knows we tried. Therapy. Date nights. Promises to do better. But some wounds run too deep to heal. I hope you find peace. I hope I find it too. Someday.