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My resolve broke John.
Seeing me leave, he ran to the door, arms
outstretched, crying:
“Sarah, I was momentarily confused with
Jessica… No… she seduced me, and I was
going to refuse.”
His excuse was weak.
He tried to shift blame to Jessica.
John lunged, trying to kiss me.
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I blocked him, repulsed.
“Can’t you be hygienic? You’re so dirty, it’s
disgusting!”
He wept, wiping his face.
“I’m sorry… sorry, Sarah, please forgive me.” “You don’t have to follow the old rules. I won’t
bother you anymore. You can work and
socialize; I’ll agree to anything, just don’t
divorce me…”
I hushed him.
“What? Are you going to patronize me
again?”
“Why can’t I divorce you? I’ll be free; why
waste my life on you?”
“John, my lawyer will send you the divorce
papers within a week. If you want to save
face, shut up!”
I took off my wedding ring and threw it in the
trash.
Four years of love, worthless like garbage.
