I Choose to Forget You
Language: en
Right before our divorce, I was still stuck in postpartum recovery, drowning in severe postpartum depression. My husband, Julian, was nowhere to be found. Later, I found out that during the three months he was gone, he was traveling the country with his mistress. Once my heart completely broke, I signed the divorce papers without a second thought. Julian didn't hesitate either—he took our son and walked away. I smiled, finally feeling relieved. It was nice. Neither of us would rot in our past or in a false dream. Yet, after I vanished from their lives, they were the ones who regretted…