He Wanted to Erase Our Marriage at Dinner

of our twenty-third-floor apartment, the Manhattan skyline glittered as always. Yellow taxis crawled through the streets below. Somewhere along Fifth Avenue, someone was charging a $450 dinner to an American Express Platinum card and calling it an ordinary evening.

Inside my own home, my husband was trying to erase me.

“An annulment,” I repeated. “Interesting.continue reading …