Fixing the broken part 3: Chris Evans

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"That boy..." she said, shaking her head. "I'm so sorry, honey," she said, a sad expression on her face.

"It's not your fault Lisa. Actually, it's not even Chris's fault. I can't force him to stay married to me," You said

"You think he feels... forced to be with you?"

You shrugged. "I mean... why else would he be as far away from me as he possibly could?"

Lisa watched you closely. You could tell she wanted to say something but was refraining from herself.

"You two should talk. Maybe you could solve this..." Lisa said

"I don't think us talking would do any good. We tried that yesterday; you should have seen how shi... messy it was"

Lisa tried to hide her smile when you stopped yourself from swearing. "If talking to each other doesn't work, maybe you should try talking to someone else..." Lisa suggested

You frowned. You didn't see how Chris and you talking to Lisa would help. Yes, Lisa was a wise woman, but as she said herself, she was your mother both. Knowing Chris, he would take it personally if his mother called his shit out about his marriage. You still remembered what happened the last time Lisa agreed with you instead of Chris. He was salty for days.

"I love you, Lisa, but I don't think talking to you would fix this," you gently said

Lisa laughed. "I wasn't talking about me, honey. I meant a therapist."

"A therapist? Like couples therapy, you want us to go to couples therapy?" you asked.

Lisa nodded. You never thought about that.

"I thought couples therapy was supposed to happen before couples decide they want a divorce."

"Not necessarily. It could help you express your feelings in a safe place. And, you decided you wanted a divorce, honey. I don't think Chris agrees with you."

You frowned. If Lisa thought the warm smile would help you accept the subtle criticism easier, she was wrong. You were even worse than Chris when it came to being right.

You loved being right and hated being told that you could have done something wrong, especially in that very particular situation. You were right. You had to be right. It would kill you to realize you were wrong and left the man you loved for nothing.

"Do you think I went too far..." You said, the tears resurfacing

"Oh no," Lisa immediately told you. "You did what was right for you, and that's the most important. I can't even imagine how you must have felt, alone in that big house."

A huge weight lifted off your shoulders. Secretly you thought people didn't understand you. You were married to Chris Evans, living what they thought should be a fairy tale.

Even though you and Chris were what people called a private couple, he would sometimes tell things about you or express his love for you when he was being interviewed. When those things happened, your friends would always send you messages, reminding you how lucky you were.

They didn't know how far they were from the truth. Most of the time, you were alone in your bed when you were reading their messages. Alone and lonely.

People think they know things about your life, your marriage, but they don't. They would have to walk in your shoes, feel how you do daily, to actually understand.

When you left Lisa's house, she had convinced you. She made you realize that even though things between You and Chris were pretty bad, your relationship was worth saving, or at least you owed it to Chis and yourself to try. Even if therapy didn't work, you still owed it to yourself and Chris to end things the most peacefully possible. Before being your husband, he was your friend. You needed at least that friendship to be saved.

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