of marriage.
Gone.
I expected an apology.
Instead, Drew looked relieved.
“I’ve been unhappy for years.”
“You could have told me.”
“Would it have changed anything?”
I remember looking at him and wondering when the man I had married became someone I barely recognized.
Then he said something I never forgot.
“Vanessa makes me feel alive.”
He paused.
“You make everything feel like an audit.”
I didn’t scream.
I didn’t throw anything.
I simply nodded.
“Then you should go.”
He looked surprised.
Maybe he expected tears.
Maybe he expected me