“When can we talk?”
“We can talk now.”
I sat down on the couch across from him. He motioned me to the bedroom. Our house is single-story, open plan; kids in various rooms would have been within earshot.
Before the door was even shut he said, “I’m done.”
I waited a beat.
“I can’t do this anymore. What just happened, with the kids. I don’t love you anymore. I’m done.”
We had just had an argument about our younger son,…
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