I didn't bother to see Ivan off when he left. Instead, I watched him from the window while I gently played with the twins who were happily playing in their cot oblivious to the pain their father was making me go through. Ivan turned to look at me and I knew he could see me from the window even though it was far off the ground.
I stared down at him defiantly. I didn't let him sleep in the room last night after our fight. From where I laid on the bed with the twins. Through the tiny space underneath the door, I could see his shadow moving back and forth from the bedroom door.
I cried softly into the pillow that night because it hurts. He was leaving me. We don't get to spend enough time together anymore. I wanted to hug him tight, cry and plead for him not to go! But instead all I did was just continued watching him move about through the tiny space underneath my door till eventually he left.