MY HUSBAND SAID HE WAS TIRED OF “SUPPORTING” ME… SO I LABELED EVERYTHING I PAID FOR

she hung up.

And for the first time since I’ve known her…

Nobody sent her a check.

PART 18: THE BENCH

The conversation happened in Zilker Park.

On a bench overlooking the water.

A place David and I used to visit when life felt simpler.

Neither of us mentioned that.

Some memories don’t need introductions.

We sat quietly for several minutes.

Watching joggers.

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