“I don’t want to be married anymore.”
A whisper moved across my husband’s lips as if he couldn’t find his voice. A whisper, a barely audible cluster of words, were about to change the trajectory of my entire life.
“What?” I stammered.
We stood in the kitchen, our two year old son playing at our feet. It felt like the time dad told me grandpa passed away and that Ritz cracker I’d just popped in my mouth turned to sawdust.
My husband …
A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer. – Robert Frost
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