wondering if I was being unreasonable, lacking compassion. Of course, that’s exactly what Mark thought
too.
I retreated further and further, from anger to numbness, in less than six months. By the time I realized Sarah was faking, it was too late. My heart was already cold, our marriage effectively
over. But then I found out I was pregnant. I
thought maybe a baby would change things,
that Mark would come to his senses.
The reality was cruelly ironic. He didn’t care
about me, so why would he care about the
baby? Now the baby was gone. Was he
satisfied?
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11:41
Mark’s eyes narrowed. He shot up from the
sofa. “Wendy, do you know what you’re
saying?”
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I heard the suppressed fury, but I didn’t flinch.
“Does it bother you to hear the truth about your
precious Sarah? Are you afraid my words will
somehow make her worse? If she’s so
important to you, why are you even with me?
Let’s get a divorce. You’ll be free.”
From school uniforms to a wedding dress
—
years, wasted. Six years of me backing down,
apologizing. No more.
six
Mark’s control snapped. He slapped me, hard. I
covered my face, recoiling from his
outstretched hand. My eyes burned with hatred
and disgust.
He looked lost, bewildered. “Wendy, I… I didn’t
mean to…”
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