I divorced my husband in May. He left me, slamming the door behind him, for someone who was “younger and prettier.” But that’s beside the point.
I got divorced in May. My husband left, slamming the door and throwing every loud, “final” declaration he could in my direction. He went to a woman who, in his opinion, was “younger and prettier.” Well, let it be that way—everyone is the artist of their own chosen scenery. My husband had been perfectly ordinary. … Read more