time in years I stood in front of people and spoke without adjusting myself to make him comfortable.
I had spent years disappearing quietly.
That Sunday, I became visible again out loud.
“My dear husband, Elon,” I had begun.
Everyone expected love.
Instead, they heard the truth.
And the truth did exactly what I said it would.
It came out.
First through a phone Elon forgot to hang up.
Then through my own voice.
And once I finally used that voice again, I never gave it away.
Not to him.
