My husband demanded a divorce after coming home drunk—but instead of breaking down, I calmly finished breakfast, packed my life on my terms, and left him with silence and cinnamon rolls.

needs to give,” I said.

Karen’s smile didn’t waver.

“Of course not. I’m just saying it might be nice to have some breathing room. Jennifer didn’t go back to work after the twins, and she’s never been happier.”

Jennifer nodded, sipping her gas station Moscato.

“It’s true. Best decision I ever made.”

“Jennifer’s situation is different from mine,” I said.

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