Leaving Him
Language: en
Three years after our wedding, my pilot husband, Vernon, had stood me up at City Hall eighteen times. The first time, his female apprentice was on a test flight. I waited at the courthouse all day. The second time, he got a call from her, made a sharp U-turn, and left me on the side of the road. After that, it became a pattern. Every time we scheduled a day to get our marriage license, something would "happen" to his apprentice. Eventually, I decided to leave him. But when I boarded the plane to Paris, he chased me across the world, a man unhinged.