We had a dream.

“Had”.

Funny how people change. A person whom you supposedly married and lived for 15 years together. Sharing the same dream of making it for the family. 

Just a few weeks after getting her job in the coffee factory (I roughly recall around the end of June 2014), we were driving along a road in Blacktown and we spoke about getting a bigger house together. Now that she was earning an income, we could finally afford upgrading into a bigger house. It was always for the kids.

Everything looked so promising. 

In September 2014 (barely 3 months later), she was sitting on the couch one night texting her “friend”. I asked her when shall we discuss about our plans to buy a bigger place.

Her reply that night was telling, although I was still too blind to understand. 

“I don’t share the same dream as you anymore. Do whatever you want. I don’t care”.

Her eyes fixated on her phone and she continued texting.

She left me speechless and in shock without a care in the world. I felt sick almost instantly cos I suspected something wasn’t right with her anymore.

She was not the person I once knew. It was the beginning of the end for us. 

There was no more dream.