As for Zack? Word is, he’s dating a woman twenty years younger. She bosses him around, expects constant attention, and burns through his savings like firewood.
In the end, maybe we all end up where we’re meant to be. Maybe Zack needed to lose everything to finally understand what it means to love someone. And maybe I needed to walk away to finally love myself.
What This Story Teaches Us
This isn’t just a story about divorce. It’s about neglect—the silent, creeping kind that doesn’t look like abuse or betrayal, but feels just as devastating.
Doing nothing is not the absence of wrongdoing; it’s the absence of effort, of care, of love in action.
Relationships require maintenance, like a garden. If you ignore the weeds, they’ll take over. If you forget to water the flowers, they’ll die.
If Zack had only listened—not just with his ears, but with his heart—we might have grown old together.
But in the end, I chose peace over loyalty, joy over routine, and presence over history.
And I have no regrets.
