hed me while I was making coffee, his face a mask of strained sincerity.
we need t
e' s nothing to talk about, M
with remorse. He slid the papers onto the counter in front of me. They were health insu
na' s part-time job doesn' t give her good insurance. The
led them out. In the space for "dependen
my insurance plan?" I asked, m
e is terrible for dependents, you know that. Yours is the best we can get." He t
was asking for a favor. He wanted me to subsidize his secret life. To use m
word was small, but
hat
hed the papers back toward hi
y, revealing the ugly, selfish man underneath. "Don' t be like
m you created," I shot back. "You want m
ment, he grabbed my arm, his grip lik
o of me
e. "After all I do, all the time I spend away from home
try? Or serving yo
d. He shoved me, hard. I stumbled backward, hitting the edge of th
time he had ever
ty. The man I loved was gone. Maybe he had never been there at all. Th
t," I w
" he said, picking u
king but firm. "I want a divorce, Mike
aw the look in my eyes, the absolute finality of it. He th
rled. "But you'
a picture fell off the wall. I sank to the floor
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