After our divorce, my husband sneered and threw an old pillow at me. When I opened it to wash it, I was stunned by what was inside.
There was nothing in his house that belonged to me except a few clothes and an old pillow I always slept with. As I was dragging my suitcase out the door, Héctor threw a pillow at me sarcastically: “Take it and wash it. I’m sure it’ll fall apart.” I grabbed the pillow with a … Read more