“Rachel, at least tell me what I did wrong. Why do you want a divorce? You can’t just ask for it out of nowhere!”
“I deliver food for you and our child, for this family. Why must you divorce me?”
He wrapped himself around my legs, refusing to let me leave, crying desperately.
“Let go. It’s disgusting! I’m done with you, can’t you see?”
He clung to me like a pathetic dog, but I still wanted a divorce.
I yanked my leg free, disgusted as his tears and snot smeared my pants. I wiped it off with a tissue and tossed it to the ground.
A young college girl nearby couldn’t stand it any longer. She shoved me down and pulled Jason up.
“We’re all neighbors. I can’t watch you treat a loving, responsible man like this.”
“Jason works food delivery until 2 a.m., then gets up at 8 a.m. for his day job. We’ve all seen his hard work. Meanwhile, you stay home with the kid and do nothing else.”
“If you can’t appreciate his effort, fine. But to pour cold water on him and demand divorce? Do you even have a heart?”
The college student was furious, standing up for Jason.
I sneered at her. “What, are you sleeping with my husband? Is that why you’re defending him?”