If he hadn't abandoned us at the gas station, perhaps Glenda could have been rushed to the hospital and treated in time.
Our families had been close friends since our grandfathers' generation. Damon and I happened to be born on the same day of the same month, which prompted our families to consider a union.
We grew up together, attending the same elementary school, middle school, and university. My early life was completely intertwined with his.
I took a liking to him when I was 15, but at that time, he was with the radiant Alicia. So, I kept my feelings to myself.
Even when Alicia went abroad and we grew closer, I never let go of my caution.
I dreaded seeing him frown at me, always hoping he would see the best side of me. I was afraid of any hint of impatience or loss of his favor. For so many years, I trod carefully by his side.
But now, I didn't care anymore.
"Damon, let's get a divorce," I enunciated.
Damon looked as though he had heard the biggest joke of his life. He mocked me, "Divorce? Suzanne, is that what you want? Remember, you don't have a job right now. If we divorce, custody of Glenda will go to me."