No Love In This Life, No Foolishness In The Next Life1
After 20 years of marriage to Harvey McCarthy, I suddenly decided it was time to end this lifeless, dull relationship.
The night before filing for divorce, I prepared a big meal. Watching Harvey mop the floor, I had the urge to remind him to be careful – there was a lipstick stain on his shirt, likely from the woman he’d been seeing.
But I didn’t say anything in the end.
Instead, I asked the question I had wanted to ask for years, “Harvey, after all this time, did you ever love me?”
He hesitated for a moment, then dodged with a response: “We’ve been together so long. Does it even matter anymore?”
Looking into his evasive eyes, I felt exhaustion wash over me. “If I could turn back time,” I told him, “I wouldn’t love you again.”
I thought of a popular quote from the internet: “He didn’t choose you because you were special. He chose you because, at the time, you were his safest option.”
The next morning, I left the divorce papers on the dining table. As I walked out, Harvey ran after me.
In the commotion, we were involved in a car accident.
I opened my eyes and realized I was back four months before the SATs.