Brooke Sell

Diary of a Broken Wife

Have you ever asked yourself, why am I just a convenience? Well, this is my story about how I am nothing, but an inconvenience to the man who I thought loved me. It all started back in 2013 when I got a message on social media from a kid that I went to school with, but never would have dated back in high school. I read the message and thought I have nothing to lose at this point, I will give it a try. I began to message him back which led to meeting him at my work. I remember it like it was yesterday, he pulled up in his beat-up blazer, it was July and I was working at a pool store in Marion, Indiana. I told him to meet me behind the building at the Circle K gas station in the back-parking lot. I walk out of the pool store and see this cute short kid in basketball shorts, a wife beater, and sandals. I thought, “he is so cute” and I couldn’t help but hug him. We talked about our day and other small talk when I told him I better get back into work before my boss wonders what happened to me. I hug him goodbye and felt my body move in for a kiss, like I couldn’t stop it. It just felt right and I was so comfortable with him.