I also printed one more packet for Clara.
The next morning, I called a lawyer.
I didn’t get some magical same-day divorce. I got an urgent consultation and a starter packet. She told me what separation would look like, what to document, and what I could hand him that night if I wanted to make it very clear that I was done.
I also printed one more packet for Clara. Not a bill. Not some fake legal claim. Just receipts. Medical co-pays I covered. Groceries. Her prescriptions. The gas and hotel costs from when I drove her to appointments. On top, I placed one typed sentence:
I gave all of this freely when I believed you loved me too.
That one word probably saved me.
The next evening, I sent our daughter to my mother’s house. I told her we were having a quiet dinner and I was not up for chasing a child around.
My mother said, “You sound tired.”
“I am.”
“Do you want me to keep her overnight?”
I closed my eyes for a second. “Yes.”
That one word probably saved me.
