I filed for divorce the next morning.
There were no arguments or tears.
My voice was chilly and flat: “You showed me who you are, Frank. And I believe you now.
Frank looked at me from across the kitchen table, possibly surprised that the lady he’d never actually seen had already packed her life into two suitcases.
“You’re really doing this?” he inquired. “Over money?”
“No,” I replied. “I’m doing it over respect, loyalty, and the fact that you chose Amber’s entitlement over my grief.”
He did not beg. Just sat there, contemplating the fact that his compliant wife had finally developed a spine.
I wasn’t leaving in pieces. I was walking towards something. Something my daughter would have been proud of.
Tom and I are currently establishing a scholarship in Emma’s name.
Instead of a charity drop in the ocean, we’ll be able to provide a genuine future for girls like her. Girls that have great ideas, care deeply, and want to save the planet one recyclable cup at a time.
Environmental Leadership Scholarship. Do you think it has a lovely ring to it?
Amber may shout about her “down payment” to someone else.
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