Audrey:
I sat at one of the tables unable to get any of the work that I needed to get done.
Vladimir's words played in my head, and the more I thought of them, the more I felt like knives kept being thrown at me.
This was the last thing that I expected him to say or do. For him to hit me with facts that I hated, facts about myself that broke me, I did not expect it from him.
I looked down at the table for a few seconds as I tried to allow myself to digest what he said. It pained me. And I knew that he was well aware that he was hurting me and that made it a lot worse. He looked like he wanted to hurt me and that did not make it any better. Strangers tried to help, while my husband wanted nothing more than to break my heart.
I ran my fingers through my hair, refusing to get up. I did not want to go home, if I could call that a home to begin with.