But I loved him too much to hit where it hurts.
But to him, my love just spelled sucker.
Had enough of the bickering, I walked to the bedroom and packed my bags in silence.
Then I slapped the divorce papers on the table, "We're done."
Alex just stared, then flung them down, "Lily, what's this about?"
I wasn't fuming, just picked them up quietly.
Just one sheet of paper, I didn't want anything but to walk away empty-handed.
He fumed, trying to keep cool as he said condescendingly, "What, I can't buy a little place for Mom nearby? Seen anyone else do that for their mother-in-law?"
Guess he forgot the house we were in was bought by Mom's life savings. She holed up in that run-down place back home to avoid bothering us.
I left the papers on the table, ice-cold, "No need. Living's for the living. 'Because of your damn 'test,' Mom's gone, and she can't even rest in peace."
I choked out those last words. To him, money fixed everything.
If money could bring Mom back, I'd pay whatever it cost to bring her back and erase Alex from my life forever.
To Alex's surprise, I just walked away.