Was this the same man who had stood beside me at our wedding, promising to love and protect me? The same man who now brushed off the fact that his family’s negligence had almost cost us our child?
“Do you even hear yourself?” I demanded, my voice trembling with anger and disbelief. “Our child—our child almost didn’t make it! And now you’re telling me to just let it go? Do you even have a heart?”
David’s response was calm, almost rehearsed, as he reached out to steady me. “I know, honey, I know this has been hard on you. But it’s the New Year. Can’t we just move on? Give me some face, okay? Ryan’s just a kid—playful and a little careless. I’ll make sure to teach him better next time. Nothing actually happened. You’re fine now. Let’s not blow this out of proportion.”
It hit me then—he didn’t care about my feelings at all.
I closed my eyes as tears slipped down my cheeks. In that moment, the reality of who David truly was became painfully clear. He wasn’t my partner or my protector. He was just another person who expected me to endure, to compromise, to suffer in silence for his convenience.
One thought burned in my mind: 'I want a divorce.'