He Loved a Stone Goddess More Than Me
Language: en
When I finally said "divorce," the room fell silent. Carter, my husband, kept a half-naked goddess statue in his art studio, a room I was forbidden to enter. Two months after I gave birth, he became obsessed with drawing that statue, locking himself in there 29 days a month. He never flinched when our newborn cried. I had had enough. I wanted out. My father-in-law, Richard, seemed confused, asking if I was divorcing over Carter spending a little too much time on art. I stared back: it was about that statue. My mother-in-law, Eleanor, sneered, defending her hardworking son. If I could not…