The Price of Pride
Language: en
Arthur was driving me to my prenatal appointment when his phone rang. The Bluetooth connected to the car's speakers, and a woman's voice filled the silence. "I'm back. Divorce her, okay?" Arthur didn't say a word. He just casually reached over and hit the "end call" button on the steering wheel. I thought it was a clean, decisive rejection. Until that very night, when his lawyer arrived at our house with divorce papers. Looking at the suppressed emotion in his eyes, I calmly signed my name and asked, "Do you need me to move out tonight?" Perhaps because he didn't get the hysterical…