"So I bought her a few gifts to say thank you—is that really worth losing your mind over?"
So it was true. Everything people said about men like him—every word of it.
A man will never admit to cheating. Not unless you drag him out of the bed yourself.
When I didn't respond, Daniel softened his tone.
"Come on, we've been married this long. Don't you know what kind of person I am by now?"
"I'm just trying to keep things running at work so I can provide for this family. That's all it is."
"I didn't think it through, okay? I didn't handle it well. Stop being angry. From now on, we can just—"
As he talked, my heart sank lower and lower.
Until it dropped past feeling altogether, into a silence so deep nothing could reach me.
I watched his lips moving without stopping and heard my own voice come out, raw and strained.
"Daniel. Let's get divorced."
His voice cut off mid-sentence, as if he couldn't believe what he'd just heard.
"Divorce? You want to divorce me?"
"You don't work. You don't earn a cent. Tell me—how exactly do you plan to survive without me?"
"Rose is still little. If you divorce me, how are you going to feed her?"
Before I could answer, he was already heading for the door.