She grabbed him and fled towards the exit. I was stunned.
Didn't she see that I was injured?
Jared wasn't hurt at all; he was just a grown man crying.
I lay in the fire, closing my eyes in agony.
The lucky part was that I was rescued by the emergency team just a second before the roof collapsed.
After two days of recovery, I rushed home, eager to confront her.
But she went off on me first, accusing me of being petty and jealous.
It was at that moment I realized that this unequal marriage needed to end.
I was done with her.
"Whatever you think. I'm getting a divorce," I told her.
I dragged myself around with my leg still wrapped in bandages, but she acted like she didn't see.
If it had been Jared, she might have been very anxious.
She would have served him every hour.
She argued, "You're crazy, thinking about divorce over a small matter.
"Jared is bedridden with a fever after barely escaping death. He couldn't cook for himself.
"As his friend, it's only right I take care of him. You're not even a man."
Katie grabbed a pillow from the sofa and threw it at my back in frustration.
In the past, such actions would have left me feeling suffocated and desperate.