So I'm getting divorced

So I’m getting divorced. Not because I had the courage, like I should have had, to have broken it off years ago, but because of a condom wrapper my wife found in my back pocket on the morning of Father’s day. My wife wants to try to fix things, but I don’t, and I’ve said that. I welcome the shift from feeling anger, resentment, and fear daily to mostly sorrow and relief. She’s been very apologetic, and I should have given her the chance to respond to how I felt, like I said above, many years ago, before it was way too late. In any case I have my freedom now, like I could have had all along if I had any courage at all.

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