My 100 Word Story
We met as teenagers. We fell in lust. We hung around a lot. We married. We had fun. He built a business. I built a career. We bought a house. And another. I had two babies and a stroke in that house. We built a lake house. We bought another house.
He slowly started to walk away. It was barely perceptible to me. He drifted away over sixteen years. He had been moving on while I was trying to re build my life.
He moved into the lake house, leaving me alone in the third house.