101 Reasons to Leave
Language: en
Every time my husband went to visit his terminally ill childhood friend, he would hint at getting a divorce. Because his childhood friend's greatest dying wish was to have a legitimate title. Today, he hinted at it again. I didn't cry, and I didn't make a scene. I just calmly said, "Okay." Because this exact conversation had already happened ninety-nine times. And today was the one-hundredth time. I had finally found the definitive reason to convince myself to divorce him. I had miscarried our baby. Now, the only thing tying us together was two thin pieces of paper—our marriage…