I could see the anguish in her eyes as I watched. I had to tell her what was on my mind: “I want a divorce,” but I was at a loss for words. She questioned me quietly,
“Why?” without being offended by what I had said. Aren’t you a man? She sobbed, and we didn’t speak that evening. She was curious about what was going on with me.
I couldn’t pinpoint precisely what it was, but it had to do with our marriage. She ended up losing my heart, and I moved on to another lady called Joan.
I felt sorry for my wife even though I no longer loved her. Feeling guilty, I drafted a divorce decree that gave her the home, the vehicle, and thirty percent of our company.
She took a glance at the contract and tossed it aside. We were like strangers after she spent ten years of her life with me. I felt sorry for her since she had lost so much time.
And her vitality had changed, but it was unchangeable. I cherished Joan. She began to scream abruptly. I had a better understanding of the divorce concept now.
