d an explanation. The anger inside me was too cold for that, to

words replaying in my mind. He had listed our house. Our

ening,

nts. I pulled out a dusty accordion file labeled "Pre-Marriage." Inside, beneath our

arriage. It was my own act of deception

nings. It was standard. Kevin was away at a sales conference in Chica

rst. All clear.

before my eyes until the meaning became terrifyingly c

was st

s. Kevin, with his fragile ego, his desperate need to project an image of masculine succe

er the topic of children came up with his family or our friends, I was the one who was "ambivalent." I was the one

nger a shield for his ego.

lling out his hidden truth. He wanted to sell my house to buy

thin smile that di

how much I had to lose. And