I believed that I was becoming used to her weight. She was trying to decide what to wear one morning. All of the outfits she had tried on were too large.
At that moment, I recognized that she was really thin, which is why I could not feel her weight. I became acutely aware that I had caused a great deal of suffering and resentment.
She unconsciously stroked my hair. “Dad, it’s time you take Mom to the door,” our son stated as he entered the room.
Seeing his father take his mother to the door every day had become a vital part of my son’s existence. I shielded my face as my wife gave him a hug.
I was worried that my perspective on divorce had altered. It seemed like the first day of our wedding as I held my wife in my arms at the entrance.
She gave my neck a gentle, organic stroking. Like our wedding night, I held her firm. I gave her a hug without moving, but I was saddened by how slender she was.
