My Work or a Divorce
I had to choose either her or my purpose
I’ll always have those visual echoes of her — this person of whom I was supposed to be able trust and who understood me. She was who I married and hoped I could have a long and enjoyable life together.
Yet, there she was, not even ten feet away — yelling at me. I was sitting in my Ikea chair with the peaceful wooded backyard view out…