He slams the door loudly on his way out. I hear the car start. The snarl of the engine reveals his anger as he accelerates down the driveway and out of our compound.
Out of my life, too.
I sink down on the sofa. The tears haven’t begun yet, but I know they will.
How could he do this to me?
Our tenth anniversary was just last week.
Is there anything I wouldn’t do for him? Have I ever given him any reason to even think of leaving me? Hasn’t our life all these years been happy? True, we have fought, but didn’t we always make up easily?