Chapter 23 - Divorce

I filed while still pregnant.
People asked whether I had considered reconciliation.
No.
Not after the cane.
Not after the affair.
Not after the document.
That did not mean I instantly stopped loving parts of him.
That is the irritating truth.
Ryan had been the man who rubbed my feet during my first trimester.
The man who painted the nursery himself because he wanted:
“The exact stupid shade of sage green.”
The man who cried when he heard the heartbeat.
Then he became the man who swung my father’s cane.
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One history does not erase the other.
But one can make continuing the marriage impossible.