Divorced the Man I Loved For Fourteen YearsChapter 1
On the fourteenth anniversary of our marriage, my husband didn't come home all night.
I received flirtatious photos sent by his new girlfriend.
I calmly asked him for a divorce, but he threatened me with guardianship of the children.
His girlfriend cried, "Steve only helped me because he pitied me. Don't misunderstand him."
My heart was broken. Determined to leave, I was met with Steve Sanchez's sarcasm.
"You're homeless. How can you live without my support?" he said.
I didn't see him again until a few days later.
[Let's get a divorce.]
I messaged Steve, but he ignored me.
Even so, I had made up my mind and started preparing for the divorce.
A week later, Steve came back from a business trip.
He reeked of alcohol and had a strong mix of perfume on him.
Our children were already asleep while I was in the living room, browsing job sites.
I looked up and spoke indifferently. "You're back. Have you thought about the divorce?"
He laughed as if hearing a joke. "Are you kidding me? You must be crazy to divorce me."
I calmly replied, "I'm not joking, and I'm perfectly sane."