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He was excited in the way only kids can be.
“I loved you,” I said to him. “More than was healthy. I gave up my family, my future, my education. I never regretted it. Not once. Because I thought you were honest with me.”
“I love you,” he choked.
“Love without truth is nothing.”
I walked out. I picked up our son.
Told him we were going on a “sleepover” at Grandma and Grandpa’s.
They apologized.
He was excited in the way only kids can be.
My parents opened the door, saw him, and both broke. My mother started sobbing. My dad grabbed the doorframe like he needed it to stand.
They apologized.
For cutting me off. For staying silent.
For never meeting their grandson.
We worked out custody.
I didn’t say “it’s okay.” Because it wasn’t.
But I said, “Thank you for saying that.”
We got a lawyer.
Divorce was messy, and I hated that part. I didn’t want to be his enemy.
I just couldn’t be his wife.
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