I Let Them Throw Me Out Before They Learned What Richard Left Me

and surprised even myself with how steady my voice sounded.

“Okay.”

Cynthia blinked.

She had expected tears.

She had expected anger.

She had expected an argument she could later describe as proof that I had become “difficult.”

Instead, I quietly walked upstairs, packed two suitcases, gathered the few personal things that truly mattered to me, and left before continue reading …