If he'd been a monster an abuser, lazy, any of those things a woman might find fault with in a life partner, those actions would've been warranted, understood even. But he wasn't, he was the world's most amazing man. The mate of my heart, the keeper of my joy and happiness.
He was everything a girl dreams of but believes can't possibly be real outside of her imagination. No one had ever treated me the way he did back then. I'd never been the center of someone else's world. Never been more than enough for anyone.
He'd treated me like the rarest treasure, showered me with all the love and affection my sore bruised heart could take in and shown me a world many can only dream of.
But in the end the fear that had lived in me from the very start came to fruition. That other being in my life, one of my well kept secrets the one who hangs over my very existence like a dark cloud had found me, and my world came crashing down.
I knew that if I didn't leave and get as far away from him as possible that the toxicity I'd lived with my whole life would spread to him, thereby tainting the almost fairylike perfection of our union. I couldn't have that I'd rather preserve those few months of bliss in my memory than stay and watch it fall apart like everything else in my life that had been touched by the hand of darkness. And blow away my well kept one of my biggest secret and my biggest fear.