When It’s Time to Move On

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I’m not talking about the type of moving on wherein there’s no responsibility involved. We’re already married and we have a very handsome boy. But out of nowhere, the problem began. I cannot decipher how it happened or who is at fault. But I do know that it will be unresolvable through time existent.

Was it December when everything started to fall apart? I cannot tell. Maybe it was even earlier than that. Maybe even from the time that we have met.

I’m not perfect. In fact, a super flung from even being normal. Not as brilliant as most men. Not handsome. And very much financially incapable.

Maybe it was all that. Maybe that’s the reason why I was ordered to leave. Like unwanted garbage that needed to be thrown away.

It is all very sad. But I cannot let myself just fall into sadness and chaos because of all this. No! I may not be perfect. I may not be normal. Maybe not that brilliant and not that handsome. I may not be financially capable. But I know that I’ve tried. And I am still trying.

I’m sorry for all the mistakes that I’ve made. For all the wrong things I’ve done. Sorry as I maybe, there’s no turning back. Move forward. It’s just time to move on.

Mercenario Cadag

Mercenario Cadag

The author has been in the publishing industry since the year 2000 and has exposure in both print and digital production processes (typesetting, page layout, and eBook creation). He is an aspiring writer and shutterbug. Has an insatiable desire to learn the cosmos but mostly enjoys studying how information dissemination could help improve people’s daily lives.

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