Today is May 5th, 2001. Several weeks ago, I received my copies of the final divorce papers. My twenty-second wedding anniversary would have been in two weeks.
We never fought. We never cheated on each other. He loved me dearly and will probably never understand why I left him.
We never spoke at the dinner table. At night he would watch television. On weekends he had his projects and commitments elsewhere. How can you fight with someone who doesn’t talk to you? How can you stay married to a man you don’t know, with promises that you realize will never be kept?
In answering those questions, I’ve entered a world where questions I never knew to ask present themselves daily. I tackle them one at a time. Sometimes I even find answers.