Disconnected
Description
What do Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, Little Mermaid and every other bedtime fairytale all have in common? Well, beside their construed views on what love is really about, they all ended with “and they lived happily ever after.” The last conclusive statement further manipulating every child that ever read said stories into thinking that real life was exactly the same. That they would one day meet their soul mate, fall in love, and live happily ever after; key word here being happily.
Yumi hated to be the one to burst their tiny bubble of superficial happiness, but she learned the hard way that reality played by its own rules, that everything wasn’t just rainbows and unicorns. She once naively thought the same thing - that when she and Jinhwan were married, she would finally get her happily ever after. It wouldn’t matter that he didn’t have a stable job, or the fact that her parents didn’t approve, all they needed was each other and the love they shared and they would be happy.
But there she was, five years into their marriage and she couldn’t help but want out. Out of the four walls that seemed to close in on her, out of a marriage that was going nowhere, and out of the arms of the man she gave everything up for. But the million-dollar question wasn’t how or when she was going to tell him, but rather was he going to just let her leave without a fight?
Rated PG-13 for language
Start Date: 03/20/2011
End Date: 04/12/2011
Length: 13 chapters
Word Count: 30,739
- Big Thank You to JJang-na at ACC for the poster!
Foreword
How did this happen to us? Yumi could only wonder, stabbing the lemon-grass chicken on her plate with her fork while she stared up the empty seat across from her. It was Monday night, and like every other night of the week, she ate dinner alone. She also woke up in bed alone, watched TV on her couch alone and even walked their dog alone. It was getting harder to believe that she even lived with someone, let alone that someone being Jinhwan, her husband of five years. But there she was, sitting at the dinner table, on the verge of tears for the quite possibly the third time that day. The feeling of being utterly alone had been slowly eating at her for the last three years and Yumi was finally reaching her breaking point.
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