“That’s true,” I said. “You were faithful. You were predictable. But do you want to know why I’m really leaving you?”
He nodded slowly, still in disbelief. And so, I told him.
The Pain of Being Invisible
“When our children were small and I worked full-time, I came home to cook, clean, do laundry, and take care of them while you watched TV. You did nothing.”
“When I was bedridden with the flu and could barely lift my head, you didn’t even make me a cup of tea. You did nothing.”
“When my father died and I felt like my heart had been ripped out, you couldn’t even hold my hand. You did nothing.”
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