marriage.
Our marriage had already been hollow for a long time.
The affair was simply proof.
The deeper problem was how much of myself I had surrendered trying to preserve it.
Elon didn’t take my voice all at once.
I gave it away gradually.
One compromise.
One swallowed hurt.
One uncomfortable silence at a time.
And no one was going to return it to me.
I had to take it back.
That’s what the toast really was.
It wasn’t revenge.
It wasn’t even truly about Elon.
It was the first
