decisions.
Convincing myself that maintaining peace was more important than confronting what he was becoming.
Brandon expected me to put Mom in a hotel, come home crying, apologize for overreacting, and allow everything to return to normal.
Instead, I filed for divorce.
He was served with the divorce papers on a Tuesday afternoon.
Twenty minutes later, my phone started ringing.
I ignored him.
Thirty minutes after that, he showed up at my corporate office building.
Security refused to let him past the lobby.
Then he sent me a desperate text.
