grades.
The marriage.
The house.
The boys.
The way our parents constantly compared her to me.
“I was always the one who didn’t have what you had.”
“So you took my husband?”
“I didn’t take him.”
Her voice hardened.
“He chose me.”
I could have said a hundred cruel things.
I didn’t.
I hung up.
That night, sitting in the dark beside Daniel’s empty side of the bed, I realized something.
He had physically left that evening.
But emotionally, he had already been gone for months.
The divorce took four
