Jack sat quietly alone in his apartment. It had actually happened. He and the woman he still considered the love of his life were officially divorced. Everything had been signed and sealed and finished, and he didn’t know when he was going to see her again, if ever.
They had made the right decision. He knew that, he understood that. But that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt. That didn’t mean he didn’t wish that it could be so much different than it was. That didn’t mean he didn’t still love her.
Jack took a deep breath and came to a decision. Tonight, he’d have a pity party. He’d take the battery out of his phone, then drink until he couldn’t see straight, and spend all day tomorrow nursing the hangover he was bound to develop. But after that, it was a new week, and he had to get his life back on track. Because if he fell apart now, then this ‘Right Decision’ would be all for nothing.