“Women break easily,” my husband’s friend said as they slid divorce papers to me at Christmas dinner. I signed in seconds. They were thrille until I put a thin envelope in front of them. Inside was something that wiped every smile away.
At Christmas dinner, my husband’s best friend leaned back smugly and said, “Trust me—she’ll fall apart the second you hand her the divorce papers. Women are predictable.” Both men grinned as Daniel slid the envelope toward me like it was a party trick. I picked up the pen. Signed. No hesitation. Their smiles grew in … Read more