calm and clear. She was on my couch, wearing my robe. I said, “You won. But the man who lets you treat his wife like this? Not worth keeping.” I left signed divorce papers on the table. And walked away. It’s been a year. Now I live on my own. I walk slow. Breathe deep. And sleep,
without dread.Jean wore white that night thinking she was celebrating love. But really, she was attending the funeral of my silence. And for the first time in a long time… I’m finally free.