Divorce

I unearthed the deceptions that had molded my marriage on bright, dreamy spring day. Robby thought I’d opened the door of my home so we could find our way back to where we’d once been. Thinking is often overrated.

I’d requested his presence so he could make an introduction. He was to introduce a fine writing instrument to a cathartic set of documents I’d lovingly and painstakingly prepared; our dissolution of marriage. Envision his surprise as my personal assistant informed him that his identification was not necessary as he was personally known to her (the silence was palpable). He collected himself as best he could, the only sound of scratch, scratch, scratch of the pen (were there rodents trying to get in?)

My moment of hesitation, the pang of regret, came as the pages became sodden with his tears. Visions of his monumental betrayals quickly replenished my resolve and anchored my decision, my only decision.

-Stacey