maybe planning another trip next year — as if everything were normal. I nodded, but I’d already made a decision.
The next morning, while he was making coffee, I placed the divorce papers on the kitchen table. My hands didn’t shake. I felt strangely calm, like someone who’d finally woken up from a long, confusing dream.
“It was just one bad moment,” he whispered.
But I knew better. It wasn’t one bad moment. It was the moment that revealed a lifetime of them.
He stared at me, waiting for the usual — the apology, the hesitation, the second chance. But it never came. For the first time, I didn’t explain myself. I didn’t soften the truth. I simply said, “I deserve more than this.”
He didn’t argue. He just looked away. Maybe deep down, he already knew he’d lost me long before that vacation.
Choosing Peace Over Pretending
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