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Toxic People
He Discarded Our Child
I don’t know how to tell her
“Couldn’t send message,” my phone stated.
Seconds earlier I had hit send on a text message. I tapped resend.
“Couldn’t send message,” announced my phone once more.
I called the number. The line instantly went dead.
Placing the phone on the table in front of me, I sat silently in my chair, staring at the kitchen wall that was covered in pieces of paper containing my two-year-old daughter’s artwork and painted handprints.
By artwork, I mean psycho scribbles.
My brain swirled with confusion, unable to feel anything else. At one point I laughed to myself. I’m not sure why. I continued to sit and stare at the art-covered wall for the next fifteen minutes before retiring to bed.
He hadn’t responded to my emails. My WhatsApp messages remained undelivered, and I’d just discovered I had been blocked on social media. By both him and his mother. Text messaging and calling were my last options.
My soon-to-be ex-husband had been silent for four months. He had ignored all the paperwork relating to our divorce, resulting in me having to jump through extra hoops to progress to each stage. I finally reached a point where his…
