My New Life
Language: en
The first time I asked for a divorce, Buzz looked at me with those calm, reasonable eyes and said, "At least wait until our son finishes middle school." I nodded, swallowing my grievances. The second time I brought it up, Buzz used the same gentle, unyielding tone. "At least wait until he graduates from high school." Again, I nodded, letting another chunk of my life slip away. Now, our son had finally finished his college entrance exams. When I brought up the divorce for the third time, Buzz still refused to sign the papers. Suddenly, everyone in our social circle felt entitled to offer…