“And I was your wife when your mother put clippers against my head.”
Silence.
I took a breath.
“But I am not your financial plan.”
He slowly lowered his hands.
“I love you.”
I nodded.
“I believe you.”
His eyes widened.
“You do?”
“Yes.”
Then I said:
“But love doesn’t erase debt.”
He looked away.
“Love doesn’t erase lies.”
I picked up my bag.
“And love doesn’t require me to destroy myself to keep you comfortable.”
I walked toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To a hotel.”
“You’re leaving?”
“For tonight.”
