Okay.

Waking up had to be the hardest part of it all, I wasn't even going to pretend I'm okay, better yet there was no one to pretend to.

Bellamy did come back at some point in time this week but I couldn't look at him, not when he's so happy with his new life. He would mostly come back to fetch his stuff or check if I had signed the papers.

I had yet to sign those papers but I couldn't find a pen anywhere in this room that has been my habitat and safe haven for a while, I moved away from the master bedroom because of all the memories that were in there. 

My phone had been no better seeing as to that I still had to delete his pictures but I couldn't bring myself to do that, I couldn't find the will to get rid of anything that represented us, I couldn't get rid of us.

Finding the courage to finally call my mother and tell her what's happening in her worthless daughters life, I brought the phone to my ear and heard the antagonizing sound of the calling tone.

Waiting for her voice to shout over the phone into my ear a small smile made its way onto my face, I missed her.

"What do you want child!?" She shouted just as I anticipated, breaking out into laughter that soon turned into cries trying to talk but nothing came out, she sighed and I could see her features soften in my head. "What did he do baby?"

"He doesn't want me anymore," I cried into the phone clutching onto my chest wanting to rip my heart out, to get rid of this hurt that's in me.

"Baby," she spoke so softly only adding onto the hurt I was feeling, the crying becomes worse when somebody comforts you...odd.

"I'll be fine," I cleared my throat trying to sound strong enough so that she could somewhat believe me, but hearing that snort was a great deal enough.

"Mhh, I'll be there in the morning," she said in her 'you know you need me' voice, why do all mother's do that?

"Okay, I have to go now...I err have to start packing my stuff and probably go get some air."

"Don't worry baby, we going to whoop some ass when I get there!" My mother said and I could hear my dad laugh with her.

"Mom that won't be necessary, please d-"

"Baby that man done strip you of all you is! Don't let him win the last round," I know and I have mentioned it before that I changed for Bellamy and to suite his lifestyle.

"I know, but I honestly don't want to get into another complication with him-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before my mother was screaming in laughter on the other side of the phone.

"Complications! Baby that man is leaving you ain't no complication there, it's just him moving on from your submissive ass."

"Wow, thanks mom really needed that," I hung up the phone before she could reply and looked around me, I really have to clean all of this up.

My mom was crazy and sometimes she wouldn't have a filter and would just say things as she sees it, not caring who it was even.

I was the last born out of three brothers, now normally the last had to be the favourite and the one you had to hold onto and not want to let go off, but in my family, it was quite the opposite. 

My family celebrated my engagement, and not because I had found 'love' but only because I would be getting out of their house and leaving their overly loaded testosterone humble home.

But just like any daughter, I would still check up on my mom, dad and brothers although they lived far away from where I did and it would be impossible for my mom to be here in the morning unless she would leave tonight but I know she won't be coming anywhere.

Damn, he had almost really succeeded in isolating me completely, but he kind of did. We live in a different city, I don't really have friends and I couldn't call his friends mine, his mother passed away when he was young and his stepmother is no better just like his dad.

Well, Robyn, it's time to stop thinking about how you're alone and get to work!

Getting out of bed, I gathered every piece of garbage around me and walked downstairs only in my shirt knowing I'm home alone. 

Grabbing a broom and dustpan, I cleaned the bedroom and packed my stuff too, I know we hadn't decided who keeps what but I don't see myself living here anymore. 

In fact, I don't want anything of his, I will someday finally find the courage to delete all of him out of my life but until then, I just want to start out fresh and possibly away from here.

So I don't have a job, I did finish school but I don't think I'd want to be cooped up in an office after this divorce, I've always liked kids...maybe I could get a job somewhere in that area.

Once I was done with the packing and cleaning, I took a shower getting rid of all the dirt my body has managed to collect- and please don't judge me- for the past three days. I'm disgusted with myself too.

Wrapping a towel around my body I headed downstairs again to make some food, and I don't mean all of this junk I have been feeding myself, but I want some real food.

With the towel on my head, drying my wet hair I took out what I felt like eating and even started playing music, trying to uplift my mood and surprisingly it worked all too well.

Moving my hips along to the song, I compiled my sandwich loving how the melted cheese ran down it making it look irresistible to not eat. 

Still moving along to the song I turned around with my half-half eaten sandwich and my eyes fell on a person I never thought I'd see until next week, nevermind seeing him...I'm in a freaking towel that does not even reach my knees and I was dancing in that very same towel!

"Bellamy," I breathed out, studying him. From his Greek god body dressed neatly in his grey suit that complements his eyes, oh let me not forget that dashing smile that's directed to me right now.

"Hi Robyn, it's been long since you danced," he teased walking closer to me and leaning against the island, his eyes travelling up and down my body as his tongue ran over his teeth. "What's got you so excited?" 

His accent, oh my! How in the world did his parents meet and come to the conclusion they want to make a baby together beats me. 

Bellamy's dad was British and his mother French and he was beautiful, devilishly beautiful and he knew it using it to his advantage.

"Getting a divorce, nothing is as exciting as your husband leaving you," I mustered up a smile and took a bite from my sandwich.

"Robyn," he sighed and I interrupted him.

"The papers are on my bed with a few alterations, I'll be out of your house by next month," I said quickly moving away from him as he took steps closer to me.

"I'm sorry, okay?" He brought his hand to my face and his thumb swiped under my eye.

"I'm sorry too," that I couldn't be who you wanted to be. "Go on, fetch your papers and go be happy!" I smiled and he gave me a small smile and opened his arms.

"A hug goodbye?" Laughing I walked into his arms and hugged tightly breathing him in for the last time, stepping away from his hold he pressed a kiss on my forehead. "Goodbye, Robyn."

"Goodbye Bellamy."